“I made these notes as a final-year student, nearly twenty years ago. She hurried to and fro, déshabillé and debauched. xxx18 “Not quite” said Katya and took a folder from her binder. After one particularly resounding smack of Vadim’s single-tailed whip her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forward on the table. The Greek made another cut over his last and blood started where the lines crossed. “You must be Dana” she said, taking her hand. MARIE-CLAUDE’S SUBMISSION
A young woman knocked and hesitantly put her head around the door of the Criminology Team office. Her traditional waitress’s black dress and white apron were pooled at her feet and chemise and stockings hung from her in tatters; her slender body was striped front and back where many whips had bitten her.
