"Own a topless joint in Dubuque, Iowa."Mike turned to see a short, fat, bald man of about fifty. He had a patch over one eye, and a huge gap where his... front teeth should have been. Protruding from that gap was the biggest, blackest, stinkiest cigar Mike had ever seen. Mike had met hundreds of men like this in his work, sleazy little bastards who thought about nothing but money and women, who preyed equally on their customers and on the girls who worked for them. Generally they weren't worth the. Finally he stood there before the Master in a full set of women’s lingerie contrasting with his white skin. Black satin panties. Black push-up bra. Long black nylons attached to a black satin garter belt, with a little pink rose on the front. And a black choker around his neck which his turtleneck once covered. There he stood in shame and mortification, as the sissy he knew he was and had always been. The Master was now smiling, pleased with what he saw.”Very nice.”The sissy stood there,. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”― George Orwell, 1984 (First published in 1948)I returned to my centrally located base of operations in a former Jewish neighborhood in Berlin that was virtually deserted for reasons graphically described in “Mein Kampf” by the Fuhrer himself. The systematic destruction of an entire culture had already begun long before this seminal year of 1939 only the. Do din baad shaam ko kareeb 7 baje uska phone aya aur usne bataya ke memsaab abhi abhi ayi hai jaldi aa jao hum 10 minute main wahan pahuch gaye usne hume peche ke raaste se gahr main entry kara di hum andar ghuse to dekha ke doono sofa pe baith ke sharaab pe rahe hai. Sharaab peete peete ek doosre ko kiss bhi kar rahe hai madam aaram se saaree utar ke blouse patikot main bathi thi aur sir ne to sirf lungi pehni hui thi unka khada lund saaf dikhai de raha tha aadha ghanta sharaab peene ke baad.