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You, Sand�,

class your feelings in class.

If you don't forget,

there are no worries whatsoever,

teach them a lesson every day.

You,現在,

tell them the class you finished in class.

The music is cold this time of the year.

It's a cold, grey, lonely city for me.

My name is Brigitte and my story is not a pretty one.

My life has been unhappy.

I come from a small village called Ebersburg.

It is 30 miles from Munich.

There is no longer anyone there that I care for.

My parents are dead, killed in an automobile accident.

My only living relative is a sister.

I do not speak to my sister or she to me.

Three years ago, after the funeral,

I took the train to Munich.

The excitement of a big city made me feel

I was starting a happy new life.

It was new, but not happy.

I am lonely.

I cannot make friends very easily.

My life is monotonous, never-ending routine

which I don't like.

A work in a bank is a teller.

It is work that never lets me relax.

I must always concentrate.

Since I've come here, I've been welled with two or three boys.

They all turned out to be common and dirty.

When I would not give them my body, they grew angry.

I prefer to be alone rather than poured.

I felt something out of the ordinary was going to happen to me that day.

Being the way I am, I thought it would be something bad for me.

It was.

My lunch break was only 45 minutes.

So each day I went to a nearby café.

On this particular morning, I saw him for the first time.

He was in an argument that was very loud.

He was the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life.

My whole body felt like jelly.

He must have known exactly what I was thinking.

There he was talking and gesturing.

Beautiful, very photogenic, extremely vibrant from every angle.

Yes, I would do nicely, quite nicely.

His name was Bizet.

Nothing more, just Bizet, he said.

Very politely he apologized for being so daring as to introduce himself in this manner.

This, however, was a matter of business, for he was a theatrical agent

and always on the lookout for new and exciting faces.

He liked mine.

I was embarrassed because in all my life I had never met anyone like him

and I didn't know how to behave.

He looked and acted like a movie star.

While I behaved in a nervous, strange way,

he asked for my phone number so that he might see me again.

I told him I'd like that.

But now I had to hurry back to work.

He asked me where I was employed and I told him where my bank was.

When I finished work that same day he was waiting for me.

Never before had a man paid so much attention to me.

My heart felt like it burst.

I was happy, gay and proud all at once.

My life had been transformed into something wonderful.

Since I wasn't much of a drinker, Bisey took me to a movie instead of a bar.

We saw the most wonderful film.

I felt like I was walking on air.

Bisey couldn't stop talking about the film.

I was to learn that Bisey's mind was always working

and always it was working to give Bisey something he wanted.

But that spring afternoon I was happy in my ignorance.

I thought Bisey was the most wonderful man alive.

I was soon to learn that he was also one of the most clever men alive.

I brought him to my apartment for the purpose of sewing his button back on.

It would please him, I thought, to be with a girl who knew how to sew and keep a house.

While I got a beer for us, he mused himself with music.

It was wonderful just to be in the same room with him.

He had so much charm the way he said things and the way he laughed.

I suppose I was already very much in love with him.

I told him I'd fix his shirt for him.

He seemed pleased that someone would want to do something for him

and I was pleased just to be with him.

He was handsome and very charming, but he left nothing to chance.

Absolutely nothing.

How lovely it all was.

Bagito was with a very handsome young man.

Bagito's head was full of thoughts,

happy wonderful thoughts of love and even marriage.

Bisey, Bisey, Bisey.

I repeat that his name over and over.

Imagine having just one name as though he was someone special.

He insisted that I drink because if I did, I would be happy.

And if I were happy, he'd be happy too.

I began to feel very excited and lightheaded.

This was the strongest amount of passion I ever experienced.

I was overwhelmed by the desire of the sex.

I wanted to wriggle and jiggle my body.

Bisey encouraged me. I was on fire.

Only by moving about could I satisfy the sex.

I was in love with him.

I was in love with him.

I was in love with him.

Only by moving about could I satisfy the strange desire.

Bisey, Bisey, Bisey, Bisey.

There was no doubt that I was in some sort of trance.

It made no effort to break it.

How wonderful it was to exhibit my body to my wonderful new boyfriend, the charming Bise.

It gave me added pleasure to know I was pleasing him.

I obeyed his every command.

My nipples were hard and my femininely afire.

I was sexy, sexy, sexy. Bise's eyes told me as much.

For the first time in my life I felt like a temptress.

It was wonderful.

I wanted to tease and even more urgently, I wanted something else.

You know what it was.

Bise's eyes told me as much.

It was what I expected and I was delighted.

There were no inhibitions to spoil my fun.

Bise was the most attractive man I had ever known.

And at that moment I craved his body with all the lust I had inside me.

These were the most wonderful moments of my life.

I had never felt this way before.

My passion was doubled because I was in the arms of the man I loved.

He pleased me as no man had ever in the past.

There was a certain violence to his love-making, but this did not frighten me.

Bise was now my lover and he was the most exciting lover in the world.

I loved him as much as I could.

Bise was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

Bise was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

It was like being given a precious gift because for years I had never really been alive before this moment.

Thrill followed thrill.

The sensation of Bise revealed to me all the pleasures of being a woman.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I was the most attractive man I had ever known.

I had been brought to a white-happed passion by the skillful Bise.

My heart beats faster and faster. Each moment that passed made me wonder what Bise would do to me next.

Whatever it was, I'd welcome it.

This was a night when I knew no restraints whatsoever.

I belonged to Bise, body and soul. Nothing could change this.

Bise showed me something new, something quite wonderful.

I'd never known such ecstasy.

Bise bound me to him more surely than had he used chains.

I was a fire, a passionate fire that was slowly being extinguished.

It had been three days since I'd seen Bise.

Later I found out that he'd taken an interest in a blonde striptease girl.

She was all that was on his mind.

I found out that my rival's name was Choo-Choo.

After seeing her, Bise had become obsessed and was no longer in the picture.

Bise let his passions rule her instead of his greed as usual.

Choo-Choo had caused quite a sensation in Munich. She was half French and half German, coming from Strasbourg on the border.

Choo-Choo was a very vulgar performer and has exactly this vulgarity of hers in so delighted German audiences.

My Bise, the man I loved, had deserted me for this bitchin' heat.

The stupid little cabaret performer who made her living by exposing herself in public.

Choo-Choo is no better than a little whore.

Bise, I was soon to learn liked little whores for a number of reasons.

In any case, Bise was one of the night people, those who live in a mystery and Choo-Choo was also the suit.

One of those girls who liked easy money.

I didn't know it, but fate was soon to give the wonderful Bise back to me.

He owed money a great deal of money.

Bise had called me and asked that I meet him during my lunch break. He sounded worried, but I was very, very happy that he called me.

My darling told me that he needed money in a hurry. It so happened he'd been foolish and lost far more than he should have playing the horses.

He'd been threatened with violence, he said, if he'd not begin to pay off the money. He was frantic as he talked.

I offered to help him as much as I could for my weekly paycheck, but he said this was nowhere near enough.

He had a plan though. All I had to do was to be nice to certain wealthy influential friends of his.

He begged and pleaded. He talked of wanting to settle down and raise a family. He said all this and I believed him.

I agreed to become a prostitute in order to help him. I was never very smart, but this was obvious. Even though he said it'd only be entertaining friends of his.

Bise was like a dream come true and I would do anything to keep him. I loved him so deeply that it hurt me. There was nothing else, just Bise.

He was like a devilish little boy, a little boy who was up to no good. He explained that he had a surprise for me. I thought maybe he bought me some chocolates. He became a game.

Bise explained that we mustn't keep here Von Schuller waiting a moment longer. He was quite impatient to have the pleasure of meeting me. Bise was very indifferent about the whole thing.

Here Von Schuller would arrive soon. That was certain though.

I tried to stop myself from thinking about what I'd have to do in a few minutes. Nevertheless, my thoughts warned me. But I was going to do this wrong, but I couldn't say no to Bise.

In this way I'd be helping him and that's all that mattered. I loved him and this was my chance to prove it to him. But no matter how I reasoned with myself, I still do not feel any better.

I was going to be a whore, a cheap girl that let men enjoy her body for money. This thought

frightened me. I wondered how I would end up. While dressing for my new occupation, I remembered that once when I was about 14, a man had offered me money if I would let him feel my breasts. I had run away, very frightened and puzzled.

Well, Brigitte was no longer puzzled, but would she still have enough sense to run away?

I needed some courage quickly. I needed something to restore it. When I was a small girl, I had a nerve removed from my tooth. This caused it to stop aching. Now I thought how nice it would be if all the nerves in my body no longer existed. No more feeling, no more ache.

To my surprise, her von Schiller was not as old as I thought he'd be. However, there was something about him that made me feel strange. He had a cold, withdrawn manner of it.

So far what he asked me to do wasn't so bad, but I knew that this was just a warm-up. And that soon he'd expect something for me.

So far what he asked me to do wasn't so bad.

But I knew that this was just a warmer, and that soon he'd expect something far more intimate.

It was strange.

And then a strange, strange creatures.

Hylvan Schuller was going excited.

In all my wild thoughts I never thought I could have done it.

It was unpleasant, and I was hurrying to bise for comfort.

I needed bise.

But only stayed away that evening.

But no, I was there, and what I saw made me sick.

My lover, my bise with another girl.

I was sick, my heart was cut.

I hated him. I hated him.

The next morning I went for a walk in a bombed out building where I once played as a child.

As I walked amidst the rubble my mood began to change.

Slowly I stopped feeling sorry for myself.

Men, all men were sons of bitches.

From now on they were going to pay for the loneliness and suffering they caused me.

They didn't want a nice girl who worked an honest job.

This kind of girl they paid little attention to, unless they could take advantage of her.

But men liked were whores.

Whores who lay on their backs.

The Count von Schaaf, another male son of a bitch.

From now on they'd pay. They'd all pay.

I hid upon a plan. I would call my girlfriend Mariana and see if she'd be interested.

Mariana worked in a beauty salon. It was work she did that like.

I was a little bit worried about her.

I was worried about her.

I was worried about her.

I was worried about her.

I was worried about her.

And I'd say she worked in a beauty salon. It was work she did that like.

Mariana said she would meet me in front of the Hoff Breyhouse in 30 minutes.

I waited.

She was a very lazy girl, and I thought that she might like to join me in my new occupation.

I was a little embarrassed as to how to explain it to her.

So I started at the beginning and told her the whole business about that bastard bizé.

Then I asked Mariana if she'd come and live with me and be a whore too.

She was not shocked, but she was surprised.

Mariana was curious but frightened by the thought of being a whore.

We walked along and talked. Mostly, I talked.

Slowly, Mariana was beginning to come around.

I really think that most of her objections were being made to pretend she was a good girl.

She was interested in especially the amount of money she'd make.

Herdon Shuller had offered me five times as much money if I would entertain him with another girl present.

Finally, Mariana agreed to my proposition. We agreed to go 50-50.

We specialized in conversions, and as a result, we both made quite a lot of money.

Mariana and I were an endless merry-go-round line.

We drank, made love, laughed and made money. This was our life.

No, we did not stop to think that what we were doing was repulsive. We only enjoyed it.

But it was fun. All went well until Mariana caught Beneroff's seas. We had to stop to lose.

We took our own pleasure from watching the sins of others. Mariana and I had become two very perverse little bitches.

Having entered a life of sin, there was no sin that we wanted to leave untried.

Bizarre films were something we both enjoyed.

These kinds of films were easily obtainable in Munich. Often Mariana and I would use films of this kind to entertain our customers.

We soon got to like them ourselves. They were fun, really quite thrilling and rather funny too.

We had a lot of fun.

We had a lot of fun.

We both enjoyed it.

We had a lot of fun.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

It was beginning to get a little warm in the room and it wasn't because the windows were shut.

This is quite an interesting film. The girls were quite luscious. The actions were unique.

Mariana and I both found the film hilarious. It was so funny in fact that it put us in the mood. We decided to play a little game.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

What a very thrilling time we were having together. After all is said and done, who needs men anyway? There are other things.

It was a wonderful evening and neither one of us wanted it to end. We were feeling tipsy. Oh, it's fun to be young and carefree.

To be happy one simply must not think. Mariana and I did not think of the sourness of our lives. Therefore we enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

Being drunk was fun. Very delicious fun indeed. One could do anything when drunk. Life was much sweeter. Not such a gruesome experience.

In fact, everything seemed rather comical. How good it was to be alive and how funny.

Being drunk was fun. Very delicious fun indeed. One could do anything when drunk. Life was much sweeter. Not such a gruesome struggle. In fact, everything seemed rather comical. How good it was to be alive and how funny.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

We both enjoyed it.

Bisey was a bastard. I hadn't forgotten what he had done. Quite simply he'd done me wrong and I was going to have mine back.

Knowing Bisey's weakness for pretty young new flesh, I had decided on a plan. Mariana was to be the instrument of my revenge. The poor darling had contacted a social disease. Sooner would be cured, but it wasn't yet. I helped her to make up and coached her in what to say to Bisey.

Mariana was to be the instrument of my revenge.

Bisey was to be the instrument of my revenge.

Good evening. Would you be interested in trying something brand new? Something wonderful? Something that will give you complete satisfaction?

Mariana was to pretend to be a sales girl. I knew Bisey would jump at the babe. Ha ha, the poisoned babe.

I waited one hour. Bisey being a fast worker, I knew this would be enough. It was time for my moment of fun. I dialed Bisey's number.

Hello, Bisey darling. Bisey, my love, he replied. Bisey, I have a surprise. Surprise, Bisey?

Bisey, my love, he replied.

And so my story ends.

Bisey, my love, he replied.