Date: Sat, 9 May 2009 05:09:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Doesburg <mailtomatt@ymail.com>
Subject: Toni The book Chapter 7

During the final stages of the movie production I got a strange anonymous
call from New Orleans. I never was able to identify the caller. He probably
was a fellow student who knew me from some of the discussions I had with
students in the beginning of Toni's stay. He said that he had a heart for
Toni and informed me that Toni was on the streets of New Orleans, as a
Dominatrix for hire. I almost had the receiver slip out of my hands. I was
devastated but I could not get away for at least one week. Half mad for
worry I called Mel in Connecticut and told her about what happened. She
promised to call her which made me only half satisfied. I felt we should
have gone to New Orleans right away.

Two days later she called back and told me that everything was OK. Toni
indeed was on the street but that it was because of a field research for
her studies. I was only half satisfied with this explanation. As soon as I
was able I called Melanie again to ask her to accompany me to the Big
Easy. She must have heard from my voice that I was really concerned and
intensely nervous about the whole affair. She may have had her doubts
herself, so she agreed..

Things did not go well in New Orleans. We met at the International Airport
late one afternoon and kissed each other automatically as lovers do. We
went into town and checked into the Sonesta Hotel in the Vieux Carre. That
night my favorite food at the Court of Two Sisters did not taste very
well. It was obvious that I infected Mel with my worries. I saw her eyes
watering several times when we talked about what could have happened.

That night I heard a knock on the door and upon opening I saw a tearful Mel
asking me whether she could stay with me. That night we tossed and turned
in the bed as two little children, who were afraid of some unknown monster
hiding in the dark.

The next day our first visit was the University. We easily found the
responsible professor, the one of the social courses. We had a meeting with
him and informed him about the reason that we had come to New Orleans. He
told us that indeed Toni had officially asked for time off to make a field
research. Such work was done regularly by students. He had not heard from
her since, but that was not worrying him. She was only away for about a
month on an mission that normally would take at least two to three
months. These researches were seen at the same level as the practical years
we knew in Holland.

Leaving him we were nothing wiser. We searched for students who had been in
the same courses and we found several. The story by all of them was the
same. Toni had befriended a very moody young girl who drifted into and out
the gothic scene. They all had the impression that they had become
lovers. The girl, who called herself Runa, had not been seen since about
two months. That was before Toni started her research.

I had to face it, when the caller had said she was for hire it could only
mean that she had slipped into prostitution. Consequently our next station
was the police. I explained them who we were and why we were there. I also
asked them whether they had official records on prostitutes that many
cities in the States have in their records.

They had the records, but we were not happy about the information they
contained. Toni had been rounded up during some raid before she started her
research. Since that day she was officially recorded as prostitute. The
scary additional information was that she was part of one of the most
infamous rings of prostitutes known in New Orleans. This group was owned by
a very vicious black American mafia gang.

I asked them right away whether they could get her out of that gang for
me. I was told however that I needed a personal consent of Toni that she
wanted it that way. We were back at square one and desperate. I knew
nothing better than to call some friends in LA as well as in New York.  I
did not get any advice that was usable. Mel called Eric who talked to his
father. The latter came up with the name and address of a private
investigation bureau in New Orleans. He had used them in the past and
always with good results.

We visited the agency and talked to their specialist for such cases. His
name was John Cooder, an ex police man. He took the case very
seriously. Normally it was not unusual happened that partners or parents
tried to get into contact with persons who had disappeared. New Orleans
with its big number of alternative lifestyle communities was infamous for
it. Normally they were retraceable and many of them had wanted to
disappear. He also told us that he would need some 48 hours at the most;
problem would be if he had not located her after that time it could prove
to be impossible. He added that the information on the mafia in this case
worried him.

After one and a half day he came back to us with a grave face. He had found
her in a ring of prostitutes called Horace's Angels "managed" by a black
mob patron of the worst kind. Tony was a special case as she was rented out
as a dominatrix with the possibility to rent her slave at the same
time. The slave was a girl named Runa. We looked as each other with a
sparkle of hope in our eyes.

The hope quickly evaporated when John told us that the girls in this group
were not the most expensive ones, but there was a long record of violence
in their wake. The girls never saw any money. All was taken away for the
drugs that kept them constantly sedated. They were de facto prisoners in
the home base of the group. This base was known as the Mansion and located
in an old plantation house in the marshes south of the city.

That night I got into the club with an introduction of one of the contacts
of John. I was alone, as he had advised me. To bring Mel along would be
unheard of and therefore suspicious. When I was sitting at the bar they had
their regular show of available women. Toni was amongst them with a younger
girl, who had an Iroquois haircut and rings on many parts of her body. She
was crawling next to her, wearing a collar. Led by a kind of dog leash that
Toni held in her hands. She also had a cock ring but not the usual Prince
Albert one. This was a big brassy ring that dwarfed the head of her cock.

She was on hands and knees and naked. Between her legs a fabulous long
hairless dick was pointing downwards. Keeling her dick the cock ring almost
touched the floor. From her anus a tail was protruding. Not a pony kind of
tail but a dog kind of tail that seemed to have life on its own. Toni was
dressed in a leather lace body which barely covered her genitals. She had
much longer hair that was dyed black. Her make up that made her right out
ugly. With raven black eyes and a dark violet lipstick that seemed to have
been smeared into her face. A voice announced them as Runa and Toni
belonging together. Especially trained for gentlemen who wanted to fuck a
dog and be punished by its master.

I was shocked.  This could not be my Toni, but when I automatically spoke
up for booking her at $ 1.500 for two hours she looked my way. She must
have seen my face butl there was no sign of recognition.

When we headed for her dungeon she hissed to me: "I know You", nothing
more. It was an icy voice that frightened me. I was told the rules I was to
undress and fuck Runa doggy style. During my orgasm Toni would come in and
whip me for fucking a dog. When I added another $ 250 I could suck her cock
afterwards. After she had asked whether I agreed to the agreement, I paid
the extra money. The sole reason was to be able to stay longer. Not
following my senses that told me to get out of there as soon as I
could. After everything was settled Toni popped the butt plug and tail out
of Runa's star hole and the show could start.

I slowly undressed. In spite of the unreal situation and all my worries my
body reacted in its own way and I felt an erection on the way. On my hands
and knees I had to chase for Runa. After some crawling around, she stopped
and stuck her butt up to me. I couldn't help myself but had to get that
dick not her back. I threw her on her side and rolled her on her back. I
started to suck that huge specimen of a dick.  When it got stiff without
getting much longer it really looked like a rod. That only intensified my
efforts to have it come. Runa however was passive. I instinctively knew
that my efforts to get her come would take a much longer time than I would
get from Toni.

I was right because suddenly there was a hand pulling my head back
rudely. I heard that icy voice again hissing: "I know what I am doing".
She continued with a louder voice that was undeniable Toni's: "So the
gentleman likes to be fucked by animals". With commanding voice I heard her
say: "Runa go for him". The words were spit out as to a real dog. I could
feel Runa at my back and her dick invading me. Because of her cock ring, it
was not easy to pass my star hole but the obstacle was taken by brute
force. Afterwards I felt that ring ever further up my colon.

Runa fucked me like a robot without any sound. When she ejaculated in my
anus I felt the fist blow of the whip. I got twenty of them. Ten more than
normally administered, because I had the dog fuck me, which was even worse
than fucking the dog. After twenty blows that were brutally given, I laid
panting on the floor. Toni knelt over me and bared her dick. I had paid for
her dick and that was what I was getting now.  I opened my mouth when I
felt her dick on my lips. She began to mouth fuck me until I joined in and
sucked her until orgasm. The taste of her cum was not as I remembered. At
that moment I knew what raw sex meant, sex without passion and sex without
love. Even the night with the brutal LA she-males had contained more
tenderness. The worst thing that made me almost cry was that I experienced
it with my own Toni.

When I was ousted of the dungeon she had her lips again at my ear. I heard
her say "Stay away, don't complicate things". The last thing I saw turning
around at the top of the stairs was Toni and Runa. They were cuddling up on
a bench in the corner; kissing and caressing each other. That act was not
mechanical there was a passion between them. I had to swallow hard. Now I
really had to hold back my tears as this little scene hurt me more than all
the other experiences of that ill-fated night.

Taking the taxi to the Sonesta I sat drained in the back. Mel must have
been waiting for me in the hall the whole evening. When she saw me she
looked perplexed. The first thing she asked was, whether I needed a
doctor. I denied but went straight to the bar, got four bottles of Jack
Daniels black label and pushed Mel in front of me to my room.

Seating her in one of the club chairs I gave her one of the four bottles. I
told her to drink because she was going to need it. I told her every thing
about the evening that lay behind me. When I had finished three bottles
were empty. Still we were sober as babies. Mel looked at me with an
expression in her eyes that, until then, I had only seen with Toni. It was
that misted and sad look, alternated by a pleading one. With a tearful
voice she asked me to tell her that it was not true. Of course she knew the
answer to that already before asking.

That night we slept together because we needed it. We had to hold each
other and cry on each other's shoulder. I asked Mel what would happen to me
if Toni would stay away. Or worse, when she would get killed in that
environment, where human lives were not very valuable. Mel looked into my
eyes and told me that she would replace Toni when I wanted that. That got
me crying even more because I knew that she loved Eric. I vowed to myself
never to face her with such a decision.

Next day we drove to the agency were we were met by John. He read from my
face that things had not gone well. We discussed the case with a group of
four associates. We came to the conclusion that at that moment there was
nothing we could do. It was too dangerous and Toni obviously wanted to be
there. We had to leave as staying in New Orleans made no sense. I gave them
the order to stay on the case, by trying to be as close to Toni as
possible. They would know best when to summon us again.

It was back to work for me and there was plenty of it. Vesna the movie was
ready and after one month we had the premiere in Los Angeles. I had invited
Eric and Mel to accompany me to the event. My mind was not very much on
girl friends at that moment. The movie ended with a crescendo of sounds and
action. The black palace of the evil master was destroyed by the use of low
frequency tones. They were created by two extremely long organ pipes along
the slope of a mountain. Music generally played a very prominent role in
the movie but the main attraction was the action, which was a cross between
James Bond and Star Wars.

At the end of the movie there was something unique. As an afterthought I
had added a song. It was "Only With You" by Dennis Wilson. The song had
become the favorite Beach Boys song of Toni and me since it's release on
the Holland album. It played during the end credits that were projected
over cameo pictures of the leading actors. When that song started, many in
the audience already on their way out turned around. Some started to sing
and before the song was ended almost everybody in the theatre joined
in. This "community singing" would repeat itself in cinemas all over the
world. It would become a trademark of the Vesna movies, as I would repeat
this song at the end of the other sequels too.

Before we attended the party, we went to dine to a quite place. Here we got
each other up to date about the developments in New Orleans. At that moment
every thing was unchanged. After the premiere and during the following
months, Vesna became a block buster. In the wake of the Star Wars craze it
was washed up to number one in the charts, making me a real rich man in the
process. As I had no further projects in LA at that time, I went back to
New York. It was time to see to the music side of my interests again. That
is when I got a telephone call from Australia. Terry asked me whether she
could live with us. She wanted to look around in the States after having
finished her law studies.

It hit me like a hammer that she did not know anything about the recent
developments. I more or less panicked because I did not want to face her
alone with this news. It was back on the phone to Mel and we decided to
have Terry fly to Boston. I would fly there too. Together we could to spend
her first weekend in the USA in the summer residence of Eric's
parents. What should have been a happy reunion was overshadowed by
doom. Terry noticed right away seeing as standing at the gate at Logan
Airport that something was terribly wrong.

At the house the story was told and we asked Terry what she wanted; come
with me to New York or to stay in Connecticut. She chose New York, giving
me female company in the empty apartment again. In spite of the worries
Terry was fascinated by New York. She was a 25 year old good looking woman
on the arm of a known film and record mogul (sic). Of course such a set up
gave her a different impression of the Big Apple than visiting as a
tourist. We were roaming the city and she was instantly taken in by the
in-crowd. I was partying again and Terry got to know what it meant to live
in a permissive house hold. Although I held myself back, I again mention
that I never was a hermit. Occasionally women appeared at breakfast. Bu if
I might have though that Terry was shocked by that; I was to learn the
opposite.

One morning, coming into the kitchen, I was met by a really young girl. My
first impression was that she must have been fourteen or fifteen. She stood
naked at the fridge. After she took a bottle of juice and two glasses she
walked, smiling at me, into Terry's bedroom. I was shocked. That girl was
so young that she was also explosively dangerous. That night when Terry and
I were alone, I let the permissive society for what it was. I asked her
about it. That was obviously the trigger for her to tell me her story.

When Toni left the parental house a part of Terry's young live had come to
an end. She had admired her big brother more than he knew. He was always
ready to console and comfort her. Also at a young age, she was faced with
the strictness of the Westerloo family rather frequently. She did not have
the same contacts with Melanie. So it did not help her that she would stay
at home for some other 2 ˝ years. She was now effectively the only child
and a well guarded child at that.

Toni not only had gone away, it was also more or less forbidden to even
mention her name around the house. She had been ten years old when all this
happened. During the summer holiday that year she accompanied relatives on
a trip in Italy. These relatives were also part of the same church
community and regarded as trustworthy enough to take care of Terry. Their
family and a change of air would be good for the little girl.

The parents were one thing; their fourteen year old daughter however was
something completely different. To the outside she was the well behaved
daughter of a strictly religious family. She had learned to hide her sexual
tastes from the family. The family would have been shocked by these
tastes. She probably was a born lesbian and had her first lesbian
experiences when she was 12. Since that moment no girl who could be seduced
was save for her. Terry was in no way a match for her of course.

During the holidays the two girls had their own room together. When the two
weeks were over Terry was transformed into a little lesbian. She had
relished the nights with Mary. The older girl shaved her body hair already
at that age and Terry loved her bare pubes. After she had introduced Terry
to the joys of lesbian love they were inseparable lovers. They stayed
together for more than four years.

Both of them were however not satisfied with dual sex. No, they were
constantly on the prowl to seduce and conquer new girls. The friends and
relatives of both parents all had rather big families, as it was still
customary in those circles. They deliberately searched for the youngest
girls possible and found many little lovers.  These girls all loved these
big girl friends. Terry and Mary however were not interested in long
affairs. They loved to excitement of seduction, but lost interest as soon
as the girls were turned around. Fortunately for them none of the girls
ever denounced them.

Terry found out about Toni when she was twelve. As Mel was sometimes
ordered by her parents to baby-sit on her little sister, she also took her
with her when she went to Delft. Toni and Mel had a kind of silent
understanding not to burden Terry with the knowledge of Toni's new
identity. She came to know it through a streak of bad luck.

On the day she found out, she was buying sweets in a candy store in
Delft. She saw through the shop window that Mel, who was waiting outside,
was embraced by another girl. Although Mel was trying to warn Toni it was
too late. When Terry came out and faced the two girls she was perplexed
about the similarity of them. Toni's eyes shot full with tears when she saw
Terry. Not understanding that it was Anton, Terry asked Mel why the other
girl cried. Toni on an impulse embraced her and told her that she was
Anton.

It took the rest of the afternoon for the two elder girls to explain the
situation to her. Terry, at the tender age of 11, certainly had more
experience with sex than her two big sisters. The concept of Anton being a
girl however got confused without end. The quintessence for her however was
a confirmation that it was better to love girls. Anton even hated to be a
boy so much that he had changed into a girl.

The affair with Mary that left Terry as lifetime lesbian ended, when the
latter was sent to relatives overseas after finishing high school. In the
end, her parents had found out about her sexual preferences. She had more
affairs even when she and Terry were a pair. Her parents found her one
night in a compromising situation with another girl. Luckily enough for
Terry Mary never betrayed her to her parents. When Mary was gone she tried
to start an affair with a boy but she fled in panic when it came to their
first sex together.

When she talked about time after Mary had left, her eyes went a bit
misty. She first had met Stephanie, a girl of her age that was still a
virgin. She however could easily be taken for an adult and together they
discovered many new ways to make sex together. They were more or less
forced to that, as it was only sporadically possible to play their wild sex
games at their homes.

That is why they became experts in feeling each other up in cinemas or
public toilets. They loved to promenade along only in dresses and daring
each other to flash as much as possible. They found some spots in
parks. Sometimes they rode their bikes to the in the dunes on the not too
far away sea shore. Here they could love each other under the open sky for
hours. They especially loved these sessions when it was raining.

Stephanie was the first lover she lost to a boy friend. Her next conquest
was 10 years old. Suzy was a real doll but became a volcano when introduced
to the wonders of lesbian love. She told me that a part of the reason for
choosing young girls was that in that way one was reasonably sure that they
were virgins. She also told me that introducing a little girl to lesbian
love was an unsurpassable experience. There was no pain and blood involved
as with the loosing for virginity to a man. There was only tender, good
tasting leisurely love that was crowned by the discovery of a first orgasm.
.

The affair with Suzy lasted two years and ended because the doll became a
hairy one. As she had black hair her body hair became instantly very
visible. Terry was turned off immediately. Shaving did not help as it did
with Terry. Her blonde sparse pubic hair growth was easily and very
effectively removable. The split could have become a nasty one as Suzy
threatened to tell everything to her parents. That did not bother Terry too
much as she was also still under the legal age. Still she was relieved in
the end, as Suzy did not make her threat true.

When Terry talked about these two girls I could see that the memory of them
made her horny. She shifted restlessly on the couch. Several times she had
to keep her hands in check when they tended to move downwards to her
crotch. It took some effort from my side not to try and take advantage of
the situation. In retrospect that probably was better, as she may have
turned down any help against her horniness at that moment. To me she really
seemed to have a bodily horror for men.

After Suzy it became more and more difficult to find little virgins. She
became to too old for many of them. She also got several suspecting
questions from parents and other relatives, when she showed too much
interest. When she was 17 and finishing high school, her parents made the
decision that she should go to Australia.

The family she lived with also had many friends with many children. She
could seduce some young girls. She found out though that sex, even when it
was lesbian sex, was not really possible between an eighteen year woman and
a 10 year child. The majority of them reacted always frightened. Because
she had to fear that they would tell other people about their experiences,
she changed her policy. From that moment on she went for girls that were no
virgins anymore. Mostly the girls were between 14 and 17 years old.

Her story left me speechless for some time. Imagining a girl between 10 and
14 years old that had so many sex experiences was strange. Was she the
victim or the offender? She undoubtedly started out as the victim. When did
she become the offender? Can we talk about an offender after being the
victim?

Altogether; after the story I felt sorry for her parents. With Terry they
had tried to avoid the mistakes that they may had made with their other
children. Still Terry ended no better as their problem child. Normally I
would not interfere in the sex life of others. But I was not sure whether I
could judge her, these girls were really beautiful. I was sure that if they
had wanted to seduce me, I would have participated in their games,
regardless of the consequences. It was these consequences that gave me the
shivers.

I told her all my thoughts, also the part of the participation. But I told
her also that she as a lawyer should know the possible consequences for
both of us. I asked her about the age of her girlfriend who I met that
morning. Upon hearing fifteen I got the shivers again. Seeing that, hugged
me however, telling me that she had never thought to meet somebody who
could understand her. She would of course try to better herself.  I
finished that evening by asking her not to tell the whole truth to her
sisters. Being lesbian was OK to everybody of course, nobody is perfect.
But I did not know how Toni would react to the knowledge that it all had
started when she was barely gone from the parental house. Terry saw my
point and agreed.

With the next girl I was afraid that our little talk had not worked. She
was really no day over 14. She made noisily love with Terry, but also made
a game of it to walk naked in front of me for a whole weekend. I have to
admit, that in spite of my intellectual convictions, I was aroused like
hell. Luckily Terry was not in for a lasting affair and when we were alone
again she even excused herself. But she also had to tell me with smile on
her face that she had seen how I looked at the girl. I could only appeal
again at her common sense und she again promised betterment again. After
that the ones I saw were of legal age, as far as I could determine.

After about three months one of my phone calls with New Orleans at last had
some new developments. None of us knew whether it was good or bad. John
feared that it would be not good. The agency informed that Toni and Runa
had been seen on the streets in town. I asked what was bad about that. He
answered that according to his experiences with Horace's girls they were
only allowed on the streets, when they were to be trusted. That meant
generally that they were so heavily drugged, mostly with heroin that they
had an unbreakable bond with their suppliers and pimps. Upon hearing this I
flinched, because I had seen many excellent musicians getting under the
spell of drugs. I had witnessed how they deteriorated towards an illiterate
and miserable end.

Terry was wild about going to look for her. To evaluate the situation we
had another telephone conference with the agency and Mel. We decided that
it could also be a good move trying to shock her into reality by seeing
Terry.  I flew to New Orleans together with Terry, who was also fascinated
with the Big Easy of course. Because Toni was not regularly walking around,
we had to wait.

Our mornings started with breakfast in the Café du Monde. After that we
roamed the city and lunch was mostly in a poor-boy restaurant. The
afternoon was siesta time. The evening started with dinner in one of the
numerous restaurants. My favorite still was the Gumbo Shoppe where we ate
regularly.  Afterwards it was Jazz in Clubs or attending concerts, before
we finished the evenings with Dan O'Brien or the Port Of Orleans. On the
first night John accompanied us. He was an unlimited source of information
about his native city. It could been beautiful, if there had not been the
dark cloud hanging over everything we did.

On the fifth day the news arrived that Toni was seen on Jackson Square. We
hurried out of the hotel and almost ran the short distance. On one side of
the square the houses have galleries towards the street and that is where I
saw them first. Toni and Runa were walking straight to us. When I realized
it was them, I stopped abruptly and stiffened. Terry, who had been looking
to the centre of the square, now turned her head and I felt her stiffen
too. She put her nails into my arm with such force that I knew blood was
drawn.

They were a pair from a nightmare or a horror movie. People held in to gape
at them, many of them with unbelieving eyes. A pair like them could
probably only be seen in New Orleans and maybe in San Francisco. Toni was
tall wearing black booths with incredibly high stiletto heels. A black body
covered her torso only barely and over that she wore a leather belt
harness. She must have been wearing a pushup bra, as her breasts seemed to
be bigger then ever. Her make-up was like at the last time I had seen her
her, maybe even blacker, darker. Incredibly big earrings dwarfed her face
and she was bald. All hair had been shaven away, including her eyebrows.

Runa was not on her hands and knees but walking beside her. She was still
on the leash though. She wore only the smallest possible hot pants and a
kind of top that barely covered her all but non existent breasts. She also
had her head shaven. In this way the collar around her neck, that was that
of a dog, was even more prominent. The gaping people pointed at it and at
the leash that was held by Toni. Another point of focus was the strange
tail that was coming down from inside her pants. They were visibly drugged
out of their minds, had meaningless faces and were right out obscene.

I saw no expression in Toni's eyes. The moment she saw us however her eyes
exploded with a burning hostility. She poked a finger at us and almost
screamed. "You there what are you doing here. Go back where you
belong. There you can fuck my mother and father too, because now it's clear
that you want to fuck my whole family". At that moment we both knew what
she thought. It also hit us like a hammer that us coming together was the
worst of all possibilities.

After she spitted out these words, she tugged on Runa's leash with such
forces that the younger girl almost fell. The next moment they turned and
strode away, on incredible high heels and clothes that screamed
prostitute. I did not have to look at Terry to know that tears were rolling
down her cheeks. I myself felt the salty taste of tears on my lips. We had
bungled it and destroyed everything. The meeting after that with the agency
was utterly fruitless as they also could give no advice whatsoever. The
next day we were on our way back to New York.

A year after the release of Vesna the preparations for the second part
started. In this episode the band gets introduced to the extraterrestrial
backgrounds of Vesna. Together they start the search for an old space ship,
which was left on earth thousands of years ago. The quest again involves
several continents, camouflaged by a world tour of Solar Drive.  The second
part of the movie is an interstellar journey to the home planet of Vesna. I
moved again to Los Angeles, to supervise the proceedings. Although I asked
Terry to accompany me, she chose to stay in New York.

When we just started the actual filming of Vesna II, there was a telephone
call from New Orleans. It was the first call since almost two years. It was
no good. As a matter of fact it was horrible and it drove me up the
walls. Toni was in hospital and it looked serious, as she was in a
coma. John urged me to come as fast as I could. He promised to call Mel and
Terry. I was off, forgetting everything around me. At that moment there was
no movie, there was no business, there was only Toni.

John met me at the airport as I was the fist to arrive. He told me what he
knew so far. Horace had become involved in a gangland war. The house that I
also knew, being his headquarters, was attacked by the opponents. It had
been really like a full blown war. They killed almost everybody
present. Runa was also dead. Toni and the three other survivors only
survived because the observation team of the agency. They had called the
police as soon as they saw what was happening. They also had gone in
themselves, although they knew it would create problems with the proper
authorities afterwards.

In the hospital I was able to see her, but she was bandaged from head to
toes and seemed to be sleeping. I was informed that the coma she was in was
artificial, in order to secure a better healing. A second reason for the
coma had been that she was apparently under the influence of drugs. It was
better to keep her under until the doctors had deiced how to treat that.

The doctors also told me that the attackers had killed in an inhumanly
way. They had used base-ball bats, iron rods and big bowie knives. Toni had
a broken arm and a broken leg. She also had some inner injuries. The
biggest problem had been the grave damages to her abdomen. Someone had
obviously tried to cut her genitals from her body with a bowie knife.

He did not reach his goal but cut off one of her seed balls. On top of that
her penis was almost severed from her body. The knife had slashed into her
upper tight until it stopped hitting bones. The wounds were really
severe. She had lost so much that she had been barely alive when she came
to the hospital. The wounds were taken care for immediately upon
arrival. Her penis had been saved but one seed ball was lost. The gang
attacking the house had started a fire and the bandage on her face was
because of burns. These burns would take considerable time to heal, but
there was fortunately no skin transplantation necessary.

The rest of our sorrowful group, including Eric, arrived during the
afternoon.  As the doctors did not allow further visits, there was nothing
for us to do but hang around in the hotel and wait. After three very long
days the good news came when a nurse called. I was answering the telephone
and she told me that the patient had regained consciousness. "Is there
somebody named Matthias with you" she asked.  When I confirmed that that
was me she added: "Oh that is good because the first thing the patient said
was: Please ask Matthias to come". My heart jumped. Would everything be all
right now after all? We rushed to the hospital breaking all traffic
rules. After they said that we should visit person per person, I was the
first to enter her room.

The sight was the same: bandages all over but then I saw it. Her eyes, two
big green to brown, sad eyes were looking at me and she said: "Hi Mathias,
I knew that you would come if I would call you". The only thing I could
utter was: "Why the fuck didn't you call me before?" The answer of "Dunno,
must have forgotten" was drowned in the sound of my sobs as I started to
cry uncontrollably.

All the sorrows, doubts and worries of the last years did burst out of
me. Tears were running down my cheeks like water falls. I could only lay my
head on her belly and grab a hand. I stayed there for a quarter of an hour
before the nurse urged me out. The others became slowly impatient and were
dying to see her. They did only see a sleeping Toni however as she had
slipped back into her comatose sleep. The doctors told us to go home
because she would not wake up again before the next morning. Everything
would get better from there on, but Toni needed the rest more than anything
else.

To be continued.
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