I am very honored, and thank you all for your congratulations.
Yogi: Oh, bondage in uniforms, business dress and so on is fine with me too, it hasnt to be lightly clad
As I am very tired and exhausted at present, dont expect a great speech.
Instead, I would like to post a small bonus scene here, written long ago, which isnt necessary to follow the AAR but might throw a light on some aspects of the plot.
Take it as a show off of my meager talents for those who visit this thread but havent endured the AAR which the great Yogi so correctly named "lesbo-bondage", errhm.
Thanks again to everyone. I hope its not the perversions, but my writing skills which has brought me the award
ACHETES LES LIVRES, Paris, France, May 4th, 1935, 11.08 hours
It was a very slow day in the shop. Hardly any customers disturbing Natalie Dugarry while the petite brunette worked her way through the bookshelves wiping away dust, which was always a problem in a bookshop.
Aristide, the black male cat, watched his mistress with barely hidden disgust, accentuating his opinion with the odd big yawn.
Suddenly, Natalie stirred and straightened up. Aristides hair rose, he hissed sharply.
The shops door opened, the small bell there ringing.
A lady entered the ACHETES LES LIVRES, and what a lady. A body to die for, a face cool and arrogant, icy blue eyes, a blonde cascade of hair, wearing overkneeboots in white and a short black dress, an expensive one.
Natalie, a head smaller than the other, in pullover and dusty jeans, thick glasses on the nose, the mousebrown hair in a ponytail, turned and approached the blonde lady. Aristide still hissed.
The blonde mustered the shelves, the white flowers at the counter, the agitated cat, the diminuitive unattractive young shopownress.
“Nice shop, dear.”
“Nice boots, honey.”
An icebear might have shivered in the shop now.
“I was in town, business and such. Studied the papers and found this flower story. A cat burglar, ropes, gags, you know. I immediately knew it was you. Thought about a visit, and what do you say, here I am.”
“I say get out of here before someone gets hurt.”
“I can be back with a team of SET in days. Or I can call the local police. Anonymous naturally.”
“Thats correct. So?”
“Or... we could settle everything here and now.”
“You think you can beat me, Superfrau?”
Suddenly, the blonde smiled. With sqeaking boots, she passed Natalie and headed for the counter, lowering her fine nose into the white flowers there.
Rising again and turning, she said:
“Probably not. We all knew back then you were the best. What a pity you deserted. The best killress of all worlds, a traitress, gone, and now... a bookstore in Paris, here, playing bondage games to her amusement with the rich and famous. Is this really all you want? Just wasting your talents, your life?”
“I am free to do as I please. Are you satisfied with your work? Quite busy you were the last years. Far you have come since Shoga IV.”
The blondes face darkened.
“Shoga IV was a mistake.”
“And the thing here? No mistake? Come on, this dictatorship, this german movement, is it worth it? The death, the blood, the tears, the misery?”
“CONTROL has decided so, and we carry out CONTROLS plan.”
“YOU carrying out a plan you must know to be bullshit? What has become of you, great blonde?”
“At least not a shopowner of a pesky bookstore.”
“I see. Ego it still is with you. It was back then. You know, the teachresses told you that would be your downfall once.”
“They told YOU your conscience would be your undoing.”
“Better a conscience than hybris, dont you think? CONTROLS plan is madness.”
“It can work. It MUST work.”
“You sure they will come?”
“Yes. We have 15 years max.”
“You and your Hitler have 15 years.”
“And you? Just going elsewhere when they come?”
“No. CONTROL has a plan. I have a plan too.”
The blonde laughed. She opened her handbag and produced a pack of Marlboro, putting a filtered stick between her glossy lips.
“One too?”
“Its no smoking in here. But THIS, well, the only part of the plan I approve. Very clever.”
Without hesitation, the blonde put the cigarette back in the pack and bagged the red pack again.
“Yes, you have that right. Though I thought it wouldnt work. But Janet Morris Inc. is the biggest dragon on the market nowadays, and soon others will copy their revolutionary filter impregnation. So, why should the Germany part not work too?”
“To raise a firm for cigarettes a bring it to the top of the worldmarket and too conquer and unite the world by force is not exactly the same dish, you will grant so much.”
“I will. I see, Aristide still doesnt like me.”
“He is a male. What do you expect?”
“Oh, most males DO like me.”
“Yes, stark naked or in latex, strictly bound and thightly gagged, helpless.”
”There we are at it again. They must be stopped somewhere. Why not here?”
“There must be another way.”
“There isnt, sweet sheljasha.”
“I will continue to search for it, proud sheljasha.”
The temperature in the room seemed to rise again, both ladies looked in each others eyes. The blonde, one Ophelia Skorzeny of Nazi Germany, smiled with a certain affection.
“Join us again, Danja. Together, we can beat them, save this world and...”
“No, Ashexee. Thats over. I am going my own way. Do I have to leave Paris?”
“No. CONTROL or Adolfina dont need to know about you. Take it as a payback. I owe you my freedom.”
“It was nothing.”
“I havent forgotten. And never will. Good bye.”
Then the blonde was gone.
Aristide yawned.