tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48932458381906698942024-03-13T13:23:34.757-07:00Death and RopesDetective Stories (18+) Written by Albert van der Steeg and Fatba Sulaj.Alberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18154654708654313625noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893245838190669894.post-74948360411760482472020-03-14T06:30:00.002-07:002020-03-14T06:31:57.901-07:00Death and Ropes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Death and Ropes are three detective stories that can be read separately. It would be recommendable to read them in the right order, there is development in the characters.<br />
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The stories are situated in the city of Prague in the Czech Republic in modern times.<br />
The first story has been written by Albert van der Steeg and Fatbarda Sulaj.<br />
The second and third stories are written by Albert van der Steeg.<br />
<br />Alberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18154654708654313625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893245838190669894.post-18287196065166299222020-03-14T06:25:00.001-07:002020-03-14T06:25:40.099-07:001. Death in Ropes (1st case for Barbora and Jaro)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Some ignorant people would call him a bit overweight, but he was a big man in all points of view. He didn’t have hair on his head, but on his hands you could see that it would have been light red. He had these hands folded over his stomach. The only way you could notice that he was waiting, was that he once in a few minutes would look on the screen which displayed the arrival of planes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Her plane had landed and he realised that the passengers on the Lufthansa flight from Tokyo had to wait for their luggage and had to pass passport control and customs. It took what other people would regard as ages but finally the first Japanese people entered the hall searching for relatives or friends who were supposed to collect them from the airport.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She walked up to him, bowed and thanked him for coming to get her from the airport. He thanked her in response, bowed like she did. It sure was a privilege to see her over here. She giggled a bit and said that she was sorry to have kept him waiting. Customs went through her suitcase and admired the toys she brought along. She never went anywhere without them so she had to take them along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Things were going quite smooth according to Ole, but he was very happy to see the star of the event walking next to him. She gave him a big smile and giggled. “It’s easy to be the star. You will have to do the real work. The real art work is in the knots.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The taxi stopped in front of a stately mansion, Ole paid and took her luggage over from the driver. When they walked in Kiko was really amazed about the height of the ceiling. It was all quite different from her apartment in Tokyo. Ole watched her with amusement. “Would you like a tour through the house, or would you rather sit down for a moment with coffee or tea and relax?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Downstairs were the living room, the large kitchen and a bathroom attached to a long corridor. The tiny Japanese girl felt like she almost drowned in the big space. Upstairs were the master bedroom, Eliska’s room and two spare bedrooms. All rooms had an ensuite. One was quite modern; the other was furnished in a classical style, with heavy red curtains and a red carpet, even with an impressive canopy bed. It was dressed in beautiful draperies. When asked which bedroom Kiko wanted to stay in, she didn’t hesitate one second: the classical red room of course! She would feel like a princess in this room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Welcome in my studio”, Ole said, “I expect that we will be spending quite some time over here.” Kiko told she was amazed how big the room was. And Ole told her that sometimes more than one master was working in here, so it was quite useful to have a lot of space.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Do you think we can have a first session tomorrow morning or do you need to rest a full day? I can imagine you must be quite tired by the journey.” But she assured him she would be really ready for their work the next day. With this knowledge they went downstairs to the tea in the living room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she woke up in the morning she felt wonderful, no signs of a jetlag at all. She remembered the meal: how Eliska had served them the nice dishes she had made for the special occasion of her arrival in Prague. The way Eliska had looked in her eyes whenever she wanted to know if she needed more salt or sauce or salad or wine. The tall woman was as soft spoken as Ole and treated him with utmost respect. Kiko could not really figure out how the relation between her hosts was. Was Eliska just the personal assistant or maybe something more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She got out of the canopy bed that gave her this relaxed feeling and opened the curtains. The sun was warm on her naked body, it almost felt like an embrace. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a few minutes. Then she decided to see if she really was the only person who woke up. She put on her red kaftan and walked downstairs to the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She found Ole and Eliska over there drinking coffee. Eliska offered her a cup, but she asked for herbal tea instead. It had to be made especially for her; it was lovely and she closed her eyes again to concentrate on the excellent taste. Eliska made her a light breakfast while Ole and Kiko were talking about the plans for this morning. She assured the Master that she was fully prepared to his work with her. She would not have any problems with trusting her body to him. The only question she had, was what he would like her to wear. She was willing to fulfil any wish he had. She had taken along all the outfits the Japanese Masters liked on her, but it was up to Ole to decide. The Master chose her to be dressed in something she would feel comfortable in daily life. He wanted her to be fully relaxed during their first session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She came in with a feeling of euphory, she had proven before that tortures were connected with the feeling of being complete, she just wanted to be a miracle on the strings of the master. It all begins as an artistic game .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Kiko was convinced of the talent of the Master, "I will be his fantastic creation," she thought . Her Asian skin and all the expression on her face showed she was expecting a soft bondage . Kiko was wearing a white shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, below them her were her distinguished white socks visible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">On the wooden table was an arrangement of ropes in several colours , handcuffs , tape , a camera made by Sony, a Canon camera, everything was ready for the bondage. She loved the sight of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“What do you prefer? Can you select what you want me to use?”, he asked. “It is not a problem for me to choose and let you bind me in a beautiful way, but I prefer that you decide and go beyond my expectation,” Kiko says quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Master took some ropes, tied her legs, then tied her hands behind her back, and placed the girl against the wall , her head hung forwards, her square black hair covering her face . Ole Taka admired the view that was created by the ropes; her incredible breasts were pressed forward. He had to unbutton the blouse, Kiko became his magic design.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Kiko had fantastic lips, full and red, closed in a nice way ... her face showed joy and excitement. Master stood up, took the camera and started filming, trying to get the image from every angle. The camera loved Kiko, Master loved the way he could catch everything of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Instead they decided to get something to drink in a little café that is not very far away from the park. Walking to the café Ole told her that on certain times of the day you can find almost everybody who is a bit of importance over there. Ole was very correct, they entered ten minutes later. It was not very busy at this time of the day. Two men were playing chess, sitting at a table next to the window. Ole whispered that the men are very famous Czech poets and mentioned their names. The names were not familiar to Kiko.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After the walk on the cemetery Kiko seemed to have an indefinable feeling and a strange energy. It was like the mystical shadow on the cemetery had left a vague feeling of sadness. She was really too young to think about this stage of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Kiko sighed. A strange thought came to her mind about the reason why Ole had brought her there. The girl felt a bit of fear for the first time since she arrived in Prague. She remembered the story about the Golem that Ole told her and stories about vampire souls who wander among the living she had read.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It also came to her mind that she once heard somebody say that "wandering spirits can find a way to get to you, and they can fall in love with a person like you." There came a doubt to her: were they using her naivety? But was it Ole doing this? He had made her stop walking on the cemetery before she felt being touched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She wanted to spend some time in the living room before going to sleep, wanted to have a drink and smoke a bit on the terrace. When she wanted to go outside for the smoke Eliska came in and Kiko had to force herself to give her a smile. Kiko didn’t become friends with women easily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">On the terrace she had a look on the street, the house stood on a hill fronting the city. From where she stood she could see the yellow traffic signs blinking, reflected vaguely on the tarmac. Kiko hastily smoked the cigarette. "I need a walk, just a little stroll in the street," she thought. So she went out and walked towards the traffic lights and returned. The walk only took a few minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she came to the front door she saw her own reflection. It reminded her of a woman featuring in a 40’s film seeing herself in her pink silk blouse. When she returned to the living room she could still smell her own perfume. It was like there was a Sakura, a cherry tree in full bloom. Eliska was nowhere to be seen. It was nice to be on her own a little time. She had one more drink and after that Kiko went to the toilet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">In the light of the lamp on her bedside table she looked at the classic bedroom furniture of the room that Ole had given her. She wondered why she had accepted the invitation from Ole to come to Prague without hesitation. Maybe it was the tempting idea to dive in the Festival of Bondage in Prague? </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">With thoughts like these Kiko fell asleep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">That night she dreamed that he was bound by red ropes; she felt so much pain and pleasure but the red strings brought also a new sensation. Kiko felt she was lost in erotic submission, she kept moving up and down in a regular rhythm. She woke up, opened her eyes, but the room was in deep silence in the low and soft yellow light of the lamp next to her bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Kiko had the impression that all this was true, it had not been a dream. Everything felt real, there was a real feeling of bondage that night. Kiko even could sense a faint smell of burned flesh where in her dream the red strings had been. “Whatever it was, it was just a dream”, she thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She tried in vain to remember details of the dream. The dream seemed to get lost in the silence of the night, was not within reach of her mind anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Kiko saw her own face in the mirror; she looked radiant while she was thinking back of the dream again. She still had a strange feeling, looked at her skin in the mirror and then saw tiny welts on it. She looked at the pattern that was still vaguely visible. She was stunned! It looked like she had been in a perfect bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">"Yes, she is like a storm cherry in a Japanese garden where nothing is missing and there is so much to see and to explore.” This Japanese mystic was not born in Tokyo, but in an area quite near Mount Fuji. "Oh how magical this girl is, " Pavel said aloud. Then he laughed about himself, talking to himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">"An afternoon with Ole and Kiko to make a serie of nude photographs, fantastic. I know the chance to find a person like this is close to nothing," Pavel thought. While these thoughts race through his head he takes a glass of an exquisite liquor. Pavel really looked forward to the session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He took the business card that Ole gave him before he left them. And he gathered everything he as a professional photographer might need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">"Welcome to my house, Pavel," said the Master. "It’s a great pleasure for me," Pavel answered, charming in his own natural way .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master returned with the Japanese girl a lot faster than Pavel expected, he was not totally ready. “Just one second!” he asked with his back turned to them and the two of them watched him getting things like his flash and his tripod out of his cases. Expertly he put everything where he wanted and turned around. The Master stood there with his hands folded in front of him. The girl was wearing a bathrobe and smiled friendly at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">There were no words needed to know that they could start and Ole took one of the chairs and put it almost in the middle of the room. On it was an array of ropes: red ropes and white ropes. Than he placed a second chair next to it. This one was empty. He looked at Kiko and she took the bathrobe off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel got a dry mouth, she was simply stunning! Both men could not take their eyes off her. Kiko just smiled expectantly at the Master, didn’t show real emotion on her pretty face. Kiko nodded at Pavel and he managed to give a sort of smile. It was really overwhelming for him; he had worked with nude models before but never saw anybody as beautiful as this Japanese girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master made his first move; he took a white rope from the chair and made Kiko turn around. He bound her hands at the back very thorough, winding the rope around the wrists before making his knots. Then he turned her around again. Because her arms were behind her back her lovely breasts were thrust more forward. The look in her eyes had changed; it was like she was very far away with her mind. The Master asked her to lay on the floor on the piece of carpet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He bend her legs and bound the ankles to her upper legs. He took two more ropes to attach these bounds to the rope that held her wrists together. Then he took two red ropes and crossed them around left breast and led it to her right arm again. The right breast was attached to the left arm. The red ropes looked wonderful against her amazing white skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole then put the chairs together and arranged the bathrobe on them. “Pavel now I can use some assistance,” he said, “can you help me lay Kiko on the chairs?” Pavel put his Nikon away and did what was asked. Very careful the men got the pretty girl on the chairs. Pavel wondered what Ole wanted to do next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master took one of the ropes and led it under the ropes that were crisscrossed on her back, pulled it tight and laid a knot. He did this also with the other two ropes, dividing them equally over her back. Then he checked the knots and nodded approvingly. Slowly he pulled the middle chair away. She was still steady, then the one near her buttocks and finally the one near her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She was free, it looked almost like flying. Pavel took his tripod and his Hasselblad and started making the photographs he hoped for. These black and whites would be amazing! A few times he changed the position of the tripod until he grabbed in his pocket and took out his mobile phone. He read the message and moaned: “I’m afraid I have to go. I feared this would happen.” “I’m almost finished Pavel, are you sure?” the Master answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He was and he assured Ole he could find his way out. He collected all his things as fast and as silent as he could. He would get in contact about the photographs as soon as possible, he promised the Master. Ole asked Pavel on his way out to ask Eliska to let him out and to let her get to Ole after that. Pavel understood and he left the studio very quiet after having a last look at the Japanese girl who now rocked a bit in the air. He really felt a sort of guilt, it was almost like disturbing a sacred proceeding. Somehow it felt wrong to greet Kiko so he didn’t do that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">On the first floor he saw Eliska and told her what Ole wanted. The tall woman smiled and led him to the front door. He thanked her and walked with his bags towards the garage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master was having a conversation near the end of the room. He spoke softly, yet it seemed very serious, his face looked troubled. He kept his eyes on Kiko and Eliska. The Czech woman couldn’t take her eyes off the girl who looked a lot smaller this way. Because she hung with her back upwards, her hair was in front of her lovely face. Her eyes were hidden this way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master finished his conversation, still looked worried while he walked back to them. When he stood next to them he seemed to switch into his original state. Perfectly calm and dedicated to his art. He looked approvingly at Kiko. Eliska spoke again: “Jak milé, že je, a přesto tak malý. Já bych opravdu chci ji držet a hladit ji.” Ole got an irritated look in his face: “Don’t be rude, Eliska. If you have something to say, you do this so we all can understand it! Say it again and this time in English and I want to hear it all!” Kiko had turned her face a bit up, seemed to have lost her trance. Eliska heard herself talking with a croaky voice: “How lovely she is and yet so small. I would really want to hold her and caress her.” She could feel her face is blushed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">While Kiko chose some clothes from the wardrobe she started to talk. “I’m always a bit difficult towards other women. I don’t trust them easily and some people even say I look at them in a hateful way. Let’s say I have had bad experiences. It’s easier for me to trust my body in the hands of a Master than to open up to another woman. But I do feel that you are different and I’m sure Master Ole trusts you so much in lots of things for good reasons.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska almost hated the clothes that were slowly covering up the beautiful body. Kiko continued her explanation. “So when I look at you in an unfriendly way; it’s not because of you, it’s because of me. I feel like I can trust you, I’ve never spoken to anybody like this before. I even feel I could trust my body in your hands and maybe I will do such later. It felt so good in your arms. I’m very grateful you took care of me like this. The session made a lot more impact on me than I’m used to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She felt a bit afraid, and a sudden wind chilled her body, but she looked at what happened until now and everything seemed to say: "It will be okay Kiko".She felt the wind caress her hair; it was like that wind came from Far East and it was like soft music in her ears and it tangled hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When Kiko entered in her white bathrobe Ole was ready for her. Pavel was putting his tripod on the floor and attached his Hasselblad on it and then he looked up. He only needed to say “I’m ready”, to get the Japanese girl take off her robe. It looked like the light of the moon made love to her lovely body. Ole looked at her and walked to the cabinet and took a few things out of a drawer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I want to do things a bit different tonight if that is okay with you Kiko”, he said. “Please put this on…” and he gave her an orange latex mask. Eliska knows this mask: it covers the face completely and leaves only the eyes and mouth visible. Kiko wrestles a bit with getting her hair in the mask, but it fits perfectly. Her eyes are almost burning through the eyeholes and the colour of her mouth is very red compared to the orange of the mask. Maybe she has put lipstick on, it sure looks like it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska was very happy about this, she always loved to see Ole working. Maybe one day she could assist him; he had used her too as a model, but merely to experiment with different type of knots. For the rest she was prepared to do anything he wanted from her, so she was his secretary, his personal assistant, accountant, cook, cleaning lady and if needed shared the bed with Ole. Sometimes being there would take away some stress from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Master pushed the arms of Kiko behind her back and bound the wrists and elbows together. He then asked the lovely masked girl to lay down on the floor, next to the chairs. He tied one leg behind her body and fastened it with a rope around her waist. The other leg he left free. After this a pattern of white and red ropes got crisscross all over her body. Sometimes it looked to Eliska that there was already a welt on the body before Ole even got it there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She was almost lying on the floor connected to red cords so artistic, they formed a pretty nest on her chest like made by a spider, hands tied behind her back. The light of candles lit the room and the body of Kiko. Everything was carefully placed and it looked so perfect. Kiko with her carmine lips and her heavy eye make-up looked like an icon for bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">But why were they doing this new session? Was it just for photos, or maybe a pleasure bondage for sex? She never felt more naked in her life. For the first time she noticed something in that man next to her. Kiko saw this man, his face was almost unrecognizable, who monitored the session. He leaned over her, his eyes were weird.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole stepped back for a moment and looked with Eliska and Pavel on the neat colourful package in front of them on the floor. The Master nodded, he was obviously satisfied. He asked the others to help lift Kiko from the floor on the chairs. After this was done Ole got the forth chair and put ropes through the hooks and fastened them on the Japanese girl. He nodded to Pavel and Eliska: “Yes?” They knew what he wanted and they slowly took the chairs from under her, so she hang on the ropes like an ornament, swinging slowly from side to side, her free leg almost hanging on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole took it and tied a white rope around her big toe and then around the foot itself; he climbed on a chair and the rope he fastened at the nearest hook. This way she was totally exposed. Pavel got his tripod close to the body and made some photo’s. The Master stepped back to have another look. He thought for a little moment and then took one white rope and two reds. He bound the white to the rope around her waist and pulled it towards her crotch and brought the end towards to other side of the rope around her waist. When the rope tightened, Kiko looked like to swing to and from. Ole shook his head, he was not pleased with the result. The moon seemed to have disappeared behind a cloud, so it suddenly became a bit darker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel was asked to hold Kiko still and Eliska to bring some candles over so the Master could see better. He wanted it to be a lot tighter, he said. When the candles were near he went back to work. What he was doing seemed exciting for Kiko because she made some strange noises. Ole didn’t even notice, Eliska thought, because he just went on with what he was doing. The red ropes went left and right of the white. It took quite some fumbling and knotting before Ole was happy with it. Pavel looked on from the middle of the girl, Eliska was sure he would have preferred to do some of his own work. Instead the cameras were unused on the floor and on the tripod.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Finally the Master was happy with the result, nodded to Pavel that he could let go of the body and walked towards Kiko’s face. Pavel went for his cameras when Ole shouted: “Put on the lights! There is something bloody wrong!” Eliska ran to the switches and when she returned she saw immediately things were not like they should. The ball gag was hanging next to Kiko’s face, her eyes were wide open, like in despair, her mouth was so widely open that Eliska could look in her throat. And what was even worse, she didn’t seem to breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Take her down!”, Ole shouted and she and Pavel laid Kiko on the floor. Ole tried to give her the kiss of life while Pavel and Eliska looked at the scene in absolute horror. It didn’t work, we could see that. Pavel came to his senses and phoned for an ambulance. The Master got to his feet, looked like a broken man. “She is gone. What happened? How did the ball gag get off?”, he asked her. She didn’t know, all three had been looking on another part of Kiko while he was doing his art work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The paramedics were still packing their things when First Lieutenant Barbora Kucera and Sergeant Jaroslav Holoubek were guided to the studio by Eliska. She had to think about the film the Beauty and the Beast when she saw them in front of the door. The First Lieutenant was around 40, blond and a very smart detective. She was gentle and quiet, almost mystical, more a listener than a talker, not strange with a profession like hers. Her features were delicate and she had green eyes. With her 1.70 and slim posture her breasts seemed larger than they really were.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro Holoubek was a bit overweight, looked like a man who enjoyed his beer. He was around 50, his hair almost gone except half a circle almost on the back of his head. That kind of hair you expect from monks, but this man was no monk. Instead he was as cynical as can be. “We heard there was a party going on?”, he said at the door. Eliska thought that he must be a rude or very bitter man to address her like that. Officer Kucera had looked at him in a disapproving way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The uniformed police man got an approving nod from Miss Kucera when he told her he had prevented anything changed on the scene. He added that he thought that the bondage model was suffocated by the ropes. She shook her head: the ropes were nowhere near her throat. On the floor were the mask and the gagging ball. She and Holoubek put plastic gloves on and she first picked up the mask and saw that it would fully cover the face till the mouth. “Bag it, Jaro!”, she said and he put it in a plastic bag that he sealed. Then she picked up the gagging ball. “Did she wore this too?”, she asked at Ole in amazement. He nodded, but added that it had holes and would not hamper breathing. “Who’s idea was this?” Jaro bagged the gagging ball too while she had a good look at the body. “The photographer asked for some colours added to the session to be able to make great photographs”, Ole answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“We definitely need a post mortem to be able to see what happened!”, she said. Ole, Eliska and Pavel looked on without saying anything. Barbora pointed at the camera’s, tripod and bags; “Whose are these?”, she asked. Pavel said it was all his, he had only been the photographer of the session. “We will have to take all this along too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel was not happy with this, without all this he could not work. Jaro reacted on this: “You think the pictures you made were of a birthday party? This is an enquiry about a suspicious death. We’ll decide what we need for that and not you!” This was enough to keep Pavel quiet for some time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora and Jaro were taking statements from Ole, Eliska and Pavel when there was somebody at the door. Eliska was sent to open the door for the police doctor, an elderly, very tall and grey man. While he examined the body Barbora and Jaro went on with their work. After the statements Eliska had to show Jaro the room of Kiko. He had a quick look in, left the red room again and put two blue and white plastic strips over the entrance. “We might have to examine this room thoroughly”, he growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When Eliska and Jaro came back in the studio the police doctor just came to his feet again. He shook his head: “I can’t make any sense out of this yet.” Barbora didn’t look surprised, she had expected this. “We’ll bring the body over to your department” and she took her mobile phone out of her pocket and gave some instructions. “You stay here till the body has been taken along”, she said to the uniformed policeman. She added to Ole, Eliska and Pavel: “You all stay in the city, we might need more information of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It was a very sad sight to see Kiko being wrapped in a sort of leather bag. The last thing Eliska saw of her that night was her head disappearing behind a zipper. The bag was put on a stretcher with wheels, carried down the stairs and wheeled out of the house into an ambulance. The car drove into the night while Eliska closed the door. She had to open again to let Pavel go through too. He didn’t say a word, just walked off towards the parking garage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She found Ole sitting on the stairs towards the studio, his head in his hands. Eliska asked if he wanted to join her in bed, no use to stay there. He shook his head and told her he wanted to think. He was going to withdraw himself from the bondage festival and even wondered if he should quit with bondage totally. If he was to be blamed for Kiko’s death he would never be able to forgive himself. Eliska was sure Ole did nothing wrong, but she could not convince Ole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The whole evening had shocked Eliska very much; these moments with Kiko tonight were the worst she ever experienced. Nobody could imagine something awful like this could happen. Tears ran over her cheeks and she could not resists to open the sealed door of Kiko’s bedroom. The police were not really on her mind. In the room she could still smell Kiko’s delicate perfume, the form of her head was still faintly visible on the pillow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska undressed and got into the bed in which she once has held the trembling body of the Japanese girl after a session. She was very aware of the remains of odours and even a bit of make-up on the pillow and could not help herself of holding it, almost hugging it while she continued to cry. And she kept doing this until she fell in a restless sleep full with weird and unfamiliar dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">That night she dreamed that she was bound by red ropes; she felt a lot of pain and pleasure but the red strings brought also a new sensation. She had never been bound like this before. After some time Eliska dreamt she needed to go to the bathroom, but she could not move a muscle. She kept trying to get up and heard the silvery little laugh of Kiko while doing this. She started pleading: “Please let me go! I promise I will come back.” Finally she really woke up and ran to the bathroom. While she finally could do what was needed she looked at herself in the mirror and saw welts all over her body. So the dream wasn’t a dream at all!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She felt so tired because of all her struggles that she went back to bed and soon was lost in a peaceful sleep. When she woke up again, it was a bright sunny morning and she got out of bed, went to the bathroom and had a good look in the mirror. There were no signs of welts whatsoever! Eliska had the impression that everything had been real, there was a real feeling of bondage that night. Eliska even had sensed a faint smell of burned flesh where in her dream the red strings had been.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she got to the kitchen, Ole was already over there drinking coffee. She could see that he didn’t sleep at all that night, dark circles under his eyes. Eliska wondered if her night had something to do with this and she asked Ole if he had visited her in the red room. Ole looked at her in amazement, asked if she was crazy! The room had been sealed off by the police, going in there is a crime. And he assured her that he didn’t visit her in the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“So you didn’t tie me up either?” Eliska asked. He denied and walked out of the kitchen. Eliska decided to phone to Barbora Kucera: this what happened to her might be important. But the police woman was not there and somebody took her request to have a talk with her as soon as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She was very happy to work with Jaroslav Holoubek. A lot of colleagues didn’t like him with his bitter cynical humor. She knew he became like this because his misfortune to make career in the police force. At his age he was still a sergeant while young people like herself climbed very fast in the police ranks. He thought that the top disliked him, but Barbora knew it was because he didn’t go to university. Yet his knowledge of police work was huge and he knew his way very well in the city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora told him that bondage normally wasn’t dangerous, but he said he had read about a case in France. The French master had bound two women on top of each other. The girl at the top had panicked and because of that the other one had died. That master had never worked again in his profession. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When they arrived at Johannes Hus Street 74, they parked the car in front of the house. Eliska opened the door even before they rang the bell and took them to the living room where Ole was waiting. Eliska told them all about her night. Barbora and Jaro were very angry; they could arrest her for obstructing police work. Jaro demanded to see proof of her experience, but she told them everything has disappeared. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Of course!” Jaro said, “I saw the man on the moon yesterday, but today you can’t see him because he is hiding on the dark side!” Barbora silenced him asked Ole if he had seen the welts of the ropes. But Ole has not been a witness of it at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The phone of Barbora rang and she went to the other side to the room to receive it. There were some short reactions from her on what she heard and then she put her phone back in her pocket. She signalled to Jaro to join her and told him that the results of the post mortem were given. There were no signs of violence, of strangulation, of poisoning or whatsoever on Kiko. So they only knew that she suffocated, but how was one big puzzle. They went back to Eliska and Ole and Barbora told them that she wanted a reconstruction of the last session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole asked if Pavel should be there too. Barbora said that she didn’t need him on this. Eliska asked who was going to do the role of Kiko. She offered herself to do it. Barbora shook her head and Jaro looked questioningly at her. The police woman said that she didn’t trust Eliska after her story, she obviously wanted to plead Ole free of guilt. “Who do you want as the bondage model?”, Jaro asked. “Any model that has worked together with Ole will try to help him.” “I will do it!” Barbora said, “You, Jaro, will secure my safety.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After Barbora decided to become a model, a bondage model , she read hastily something about bondage, saw photos and models in erotic bondage. She spent a lot of the night on her pc; after she had read all she could find she was certain she would be okay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;"> Barbora felt assured , it seemed like the thought about it all settled down in her mind. Very anxious she formed the number of Ole on her phone. It rang quite a few times before a sleepy voice reacted: “Hello, who is there?” Barbora answered in a quiet way: “I’m ready, I want to test an erotic session with you, to get used to you and to feel more at ease before I want to go on.” Barbora’s voice sounded unworried and relaxed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora got up early , had a kind of inner anxiety, but it was up to her to create a safe situation, taking away risks. Immediately she made a phone call to her assistant to be so sure that Jaro would know where she was going to be. Everything was ready and she left her house to go to Ole. Barbora was not afraid , but she had no experience at all in bondage and especially not in erotic bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The voice through the intercom that answered her ringing the bell was a calm one. “Who is there?” Barbora said: “I am the model”. The door seemed to be opened by Eliska, but it was done in quite a drastic way. Ole stood next to her. He gave her his hand and Barbora pressed it warmly. Ole saw that she was very serious…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Will this be your first time to be tied?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Yes and I want it to be a nude bondage,” she reacted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole looked at Eliska and wanted her to get the camera ready.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Prepare for the strings”, said Eliska.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“If you undress too” , reacted Barbora. Eliska didn’t hesitate and did what she wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole urged Barbora: “What is your name? I can’t be a Master to Barbora, the police officer. If you want to become submissive, you need a new name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She thought only seconds and answered “I will be Thru to you. That is my name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He looked at her a bit in amazement, “That is a strange name. You obviously have your reasons to wear it. I won’t ask for them. Now make yourself ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">" I’m totally ready ", she answered. Ole shrugged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After a few minutes Barbora had enjoyed a cappuccino and left the bathroom with a pink towel around her waist and with her hands before her bare chest. “Wow”, Ole could not help to say. How charming she is, she looks like a flower that is about to burst open in full bloom. Everything was ready. Barbora felt more at ease because Eliska walked around nude too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The doorbell rang and the person who was there, kept his finger on the button. Eliska put some clothes on hastily and went to the door. Jaro was there demanding that he could talk to Barbora. After some quick thinking Eliska led Jaro upstairs and made him wait in the kitchen. Barbora felt a bit annoyed, she didn’t need somebody babysitting but then again, maybe there was something else that could not wait. She asked Eliska to hand the sweater the woman was wearing and put that on on top of the towel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro didn’t have anything to report, he just wanted to be very sure Barbora was safe. “I know you get a nice salary, but is it enough to risk your life for? You deliver your life in the hands of a possible killer!” Barbora shook her head: “Ole isn’t a killer. I’m 99% sure of that!” “The 1% uncertainty is enough for me not to leave without you.” Jaro reacted. The police woman wanted to go on anyway with the session, but could see Jaro’s point of view. So she suggested that he would wait in the corridor next to the room where she would be. Jaro agreed on that, so he grabbed a chair from the kitchen and took it next to the room where the session would be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora joined the company of the Master and Eliska, took the sweater off and threw it on a chair. Ole still wanted to see her with just the towel but before sitting down on a chair, he started with his ropes. Ole made a big knot by binding four cords seven times between her breasts until the model asked him to stop. A sort of electricity went through her. After a while he could continue and he bound her arms behind her back and then tied the bound breasts together. After this he added some pain by making her sit on the chair. Barbora looked excited and Ole asked her to open her legs so he could bind them and her feet to the legs of the chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After this he bound her hands to her head. To Barbora it felt like she had taken a load of Viagra or such. For the first time she even forgot about existence of the case she was investigating. Ole started to make photographs of her in every possible way. Ole told her that for today this would be all. It had been perfect. When she was untied she was trembling quite a lot. Eliska had to hold her a few minutes. The trembling went away and Eliska let her go. Ole told her again that the session went really perfect and Eliska nodded approvingly while Barbora left the room dressed in the sweater and the towel to tell Jaro the session was over and to take a shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro looked at her almost in a disapproving way, forgetting she was his superior. He saw the red welts on her legs and on her arms. He was not happy with this, he said, but did understand why she did this. Barbora asked him to go home. He witnessed she was safe, so there was no need for him to stay. They would see each other tomorrow at the station. He nodded and went downstairs without a word. While she went to the bathroom, she could hear the front door being closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she came back Eliska was serving coffee. “Have a coffee with us and we talk about the session. I loved you in bondage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I love being tied up”, Barbora reacted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I loved the pain, loved the bondage”, Barbora answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She approved, the next session should be the reconstruction of the night Kiko died. She added that she already knew that Ole and Eliska didn’t kill the Japanese girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole said: “Thru, I want you to have a meal with us tonight. Eliska is a great cook, I’m sure you will love it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She agreed and added that she wanted to have another look in the red room, the room where Kiko had stayed. She had a shower in the bathroom next to the room and got dressed. She had a good look around again, but nothing new came to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">So she enjoyed a dinner with them and it was excellent indeed. They had interesting discussions about bondage and photography while eating. After the meal Ole suggested that Thru could stay for the night. If this was okay for the police she could sleep in the red room. But Barbora could not accept the offer. She had to get up early in the morning, the investigation was far from finished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She greeted them and left. Ole said very softly: “Totally different than Kiko. But sweet, shy and a perfect model for bondage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They agreed with Ole to do the reconstruction session that same evening. He said that he was not feeling very good because of the shocking experience but even so he wanted to do it as soon as possible. To show to the police that he was innocent and to prove to himself that he was still a skilled master. Barbora and Jaro refused the idea to have everybody on the session. Pavel should not be there, Jaro was very able to play his part. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">So that evening Jaro waited with Ole and Eliska till Barbora would enter the studio. They had created the same situation as with Kiko. The electric lights were not on, the studio was lighted by a number of candles thus making a calm and almost private atmosphere. Ole had selected his ropes and had put them on a chair, just like he had done during the session with Kiko. He was ready for Thru.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora came in dressed in a white dressing gown. She seemed to be quite relaxed, almost serene and Jaro really admired the inner strength of her. He knew that he would never be able to do this. Ole and Eliska were looking at the police officer too and Ole asked her if she still was sure that they could continue to do this. As an unexperienced model it was possible that she panicked, he said. He didn’t want that, would try everything possible to prevent this. Barbora just took the dressing gown off and said: “Let’s do it!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro was stunned, she was really even more beautiful than he expected. Ole came to her with a few ropes in his hands. Before he started he asked if the mask and the gagging ball should be used too. Barbora laughed a bit and said that this would not be very handy is she wanted to communicate with her sergeant. Ole nodded, he had expected this, did not have masks or gagging balls ready for the session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora looked at her sergeant and laughed again: “Come on Jaro, you have seen nude girls before. Don’t drool!” Jaro closed his mouth and mumbled something nobody understood. The Master went to the back of Barbora, asked her to put her arms over there and tied them. The police sergeant saw how her magnificent breasts were sort of pushed forward by this and seemed to have become bigger. He noticed that Eliska was admiring them too. Jaro watched how Ole worked quite quick with his knots; everything he did he explained to Barbora, who was silent. She did everything he wanted and soon she had to be lifted from the floor on the chairs. Jaro was asked to assist and he felt his hands trembling when he touched the naked skin of his superior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ropes were adjusted to the ceiling and when the chairs were pulled away Barbora was free in the air. She giggled a bit and told the others that this gave her an indescribably feeling. She was hardly able to move a muscle and yet felt completely free. Ole asked Eliska to bring more candles while he was doing the difficult knots on Barbora’s crotch. He asked a few times if she had objections or felt bad, but she just encouraged him to go on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole asked at a certain moment Jaro to hold Barbora’s waist. Jaro did what was asked. He felt annoyed with himself: his hands were trembling and sweaty. The bound police officer didn’t seem to notice. Instead she said: “Jaro, can you hold my waist with one hand and touch my mouth with the other?” The police sergeant thought this was a strange request and hesitated until she said: “Come on! Do it!” He showed he could reach her lips easily and she reacted: “I know how Kiko died!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole wanted to untie her, but she asked him to wait five minutes so she could enjoy this wonderful feeling a bit longer and closed her eyes. They all stepped aside and let the beautiful woman free. She sighed. The others could not help just admiring her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel had been asked to come to the police station. When he got to the reception area he was told to wait a moment. He was sitting on a bench in the hall when Jaro came to get him. Jaro lead him to a room where Barbora already is seated; Pavel was asked to sit on the other side of the table and Pavel pushed a button of a recorder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Like you see, mister Kulak, we are going to record this conversation. If you want that, you can ask for a lawyer to assist you.” Barbora told him. Pavel told her there is no need for one because he has not done anything wrong. Jaro lifted an eyebrow and it was obvious that suddenly Pavel didn’t feel so safe anymore. Sweat started to form on his forehead and he took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Mister Kulak, we have some questions for you. Most of them will be very easy to answer. Are you prepared to do this?” Barbora was saying. Pavel assured them he would answer any question, he had no secrets for the police.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“How is your business doing?” He answered that it went very good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Didn’t your company make losses over the last four years? We saw your tax forms.” He admitted this, but said things would pick up soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Did you help Ole in any way during the session?” He told Barbora and Jaro almost proud that he had been holding Kiko’s waist while Ole did some difficult knots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Do you use duct tape for your cameras and other equipment?” Pavel explained that he fastens his cameras to objects and to the not always fitting tripod to get what he wants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Does Ole use duct tape as well?” Pavel told them that Ole has a simple Canon for some easy shots. Ole of course isn’t a real photographer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro put a plastic bag between them with a piece of duct tape in it. “So this piece of duct tape we found in Ole’s studio on your tripod would be yours?” Pavel could not deny this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Some of the glue of this tape is gone. That doesn’t surprise you?” Of course this didn’t surprise him, it had been used.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro put another plastic bag on the table. In it is the purple gagging ball. “How do you think the glue of that piece of duct tape got on this?” Pavel’s face was almost ready to explode, but it became even worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“How did the pattern of the holes in the gagging ball got on the piece of duct tape?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel almost fainted! Jaro banged his fist on the table. “Enough beating around the bush! I think it’s time that you confess. We want the whole story!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Pavel, almost in tears, started to tell his story. How he was almost bankrupt and how he realised that he might get this chance. He had been so nervous that night and he knew that Kiko might have seen through him. For some time he didn’t want to push it through, but that the possibility when he was holding her waist had been too tempting. He had been feeling awful, but he also had thought that he had committed the perfect crime. It would never been found that he had done this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Your fingerprints were all over the duct tape too. Of course this wasn’t the perfect crime, you fool!” Barbora could not prevent to say. “No judge will have problems to convict you! Not even a blind one! Jaro, let him be taken away. He makes me sick!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro walked out of the interrogation room and got back with a uniformed policeman who led an unstable Pavel away. Barbora stopped them on the threshold. “One more question: Did you remove the ball gag afterwards?” The photographer shook his head and then was pushed forward by the policeman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro came to sit next to the lovely police woman again. “Great police work, I would say. You agree?” She nodded silently while he collected the plastic bags. “What are you going to do now Barbora?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I think I will go to Ole and Eliska. They are very entitled to know about the outcome of this case. I know how important this will be for them to be able to continue with his career.” Jaro nodded, he fully understood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When Barbora rang the doorbell it was almost like both Ole and Eliska had been waiting for her. They opened the door together within seconds. “I come with good news.”, the police woman said. Ole asked her to come in the living room before they would start their conversation. She sat down and told them about the confession of Pavel. Nothing would be in the way for Ole to continue with his art. It was very obvious that this made him very happy. He went to Barbora and embraced her; she could see tears in his eyes. He must have been under a lot of stress, she realised. A girl literally died under his hands and of course that had made him a suspect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora resumed talking when he was seated again. Of course the case was closed, but she still wondered who had taken the ball gag from Kiko’s mouth. Pavel didn’t do it and Ole and Eliska denied doing it too. Eliska told again about her experience in Kiko’s bed. She was almost sure there was another person in the house. Not visible, but clearly there. Barbora was not convinced, it still seemed a weird story to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska told her that there was only one way for her to find out. Just spend the night in that bed and see for yourself. If that invisible person was gone with the death of Kiko there would be no way of convincing Barbora, but Eliska had had this weird night in that bed after that. So it should happen to her if she would sleep in that bed. Barbora agreed to try it, they would see her coming to spend the night soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After another lovely meal Eliska had prepared for them, Barbora, Eliska and Ole spend a very nice evening talking about films, books and of course bondage. It was a bit disturbing that the electricity went off completely. Eliska got some candles out of a cupboard and lit them. The police woman was soon feeling quite tired and decided to go to bed. Eliska brought her to the red room with a candle in the neck of an empty wine bottle. She placed the bottle on the night table together with a glass of water, embraced Barbora and wished her a good night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">All over her body were welts, in a perfect image like she had been in a perfect bondage. She felt she was shaking and went out of the room and knocked on Ole’s bedroom door. Eliska came to the door in a robe and immediately saw what happened. “Now you experienced that I have not been lying to you.” Barbora nodded and asked where Ole was. He was in his bed in a deep sleep. After Kiko’s death the doctor had given him sleeping tablets which he used almost every night to be able to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Royal Palace in Prague was illuminated in a lovely manner, the castle almost looked like one from a fairy tale. In front of the entrance was a long red carpet leading into the building. In the building itself the visitors were guided into the magnificent Vladislav Hall where the first show of the Prague Fashion Week was going to take place. It was a very big event, drawing famous people from all over the world to Prague.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">So Ole Taka Halversen was very honoured to receive an invitation for two for the event. At first he had thought it was a practical joke somebody pulled at him, but Eliska convinced him that the invitation was not that absurd taken the fact that Ole was quite a celebrity after the murder case of Kiko had been in the newspapers. He and Eliska had given interviews and even appeared on television. He had given the event a thought but had decided not to attend. He suggested to Eliska that she should go with Barbora Kucera. “I’m more into undressing women than dressing them”, he laughed. Eliska had been delighted and had phoned Barbora as soon as she could. Barbora had a little objection to attending, she told Eliska she didn’t have a suitable dress for the show. Eliska would not have any of this, told her that she would see to it that they both had something nice to wear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">So when they stepped out of the car of Ole onto the red carpet they looked amazing. Barbora was wearing a black dress that left her back totally bare. It was a bit short on the front, but at the back came to her ankles. She was walking on very high heels that shone because of the rhinestones that had been attached to it. Eliska was wearing a red dress with a very short body that was on the left a lot longer than on the right. She was wearing a delicate necklace containing diamonds that just reached the cleavage. Her very high heels were as shiny as Barbora’s, caused by the metallic materials that had been used. They both looked ravishing thanks to a Czech designer who saw their attending the fashion show as an opportunity to give himself some publicity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They felt a bit like film stars walking on the red carpet. Photographers tried to lure them into a smile or at least look in their direction. In the distance they could hear the business in the dressing rooms. They were placed in the Spanish Hall and the Rothmayer’s Hall. Walking past them they tried to get a glimpse of what was going on, but they were ushered to their seats. All seats had a paper on them with a number. Barbora and Eliska were thrilled to have seats on the second row.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">After a while more people came in and it was almost like a dream for them to realise they were sitting between all these famous people. Near them on the second row the mayor and his wife took a seat. They were joined by a retired tennis player from their country. In front of them football players, singers, models, designers and models took their seats. They could not help whispering the names of these people to each other. Some nodded to them like they thought they knew these lovely women sitting in the row behind them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When the seats were all taken a violin quartet started to play, the tune was halfway taken over by a band and the lights went flashing. A voice shouted over the music: “Welcome to the first Prague Fashion Show!” The applause drowned in the music of the band. The violin quartet took over again and the lights steadied. Extra lights went on, making the catwalk almost bathing in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The audience turned their head in unison to see Marsha Hunter walking in in the next creation. It was based on military camouflage wear. A white simple unbuttoned blouse was knotted under her breasts; on top of this she was wearing a long cape in red and gold, the colours spread like on a military uniform. Under the blouse she wore red hotpants and the whole thing was completed by yellow boots with incredible high heels. It was obvious that these were hard to walk on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The girl behind her had the same sort of blouse, but she was wearing a blue and gold cape in the same pattern as what Marsha Hunt was wearing. Under her blouse she wore a yellow mini skirt and blue boots with the same scary heels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora and Eliska tried to see what was next to be seen, but something about Marsha Hunt made them pay more attention to her again. When she reached the middle of the audience she suddenly stumbled and fell forward on her knees. Everybody seemed to keep their breath, expected her to get up and walk on like nothing happened. It must have been caused by the ridiculous high heels. But she didn’t get up, instead she was in a sort of stupor. The girls behind her stopped and watched in horror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora jumped up and wrestled herself through the audience to the girl. “A doctor, a doctor! Is there a doctor in the audience?” A man in a perfect suit got to her and told Barbora that he was a heart surgeon but would have a look. He ordered the people who got nearer to go away and give the girl breathing space. They did what was asked. While the doctor was feeling her wrist and her forehead Barbora noticed that the girl died. There was no help possible anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When Jaro Holoubek and the uniformed police walked near the Vladislav Hall most of the audience was gone. A few were waiting and he looked at the them almost unable to hide his amazement. People like them you sometimes could see in magazines in waiting rooms or at the hairdressers. Behind him the police pathologist tapped him on the shoulder. He had no idea where he should be going so Jaro asked him to follow him. In the Hall there was only police and security men standing around the victim.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“What a weird place for a killing if this really is a killing. Wasn’t it a heart attack or such?”, he asked. Barbora made a face, told him she thought there was something here that wasn’t right. The autopsy would made that clear, she expected. She told one of the uniformed policemen to go to the Spanish Hall and take over from Eliska. Nothing should be removed from the dressing table or near it without her knowledge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska came to them and Barbora thanked her and told her to phone Ole to let her be picked up, or she could be driven home by a police car. So Eliska phoned Ole and took one of the seats in the front row that now were deserted. Jaro sat next to her and thanked her again for her help. He tried to cheer her up by making compliments about her lovely dress. In a normal situation it would have been very sexy, now it seemed a bit out of place, but of course he didn’t say so. Instead he asked her how on earth these women kept things at the right place. Just two pieces of fabric sometimes covering the breasts. She laughed and asked if he never heard of double-sided tape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They had decided to do the talks together in the Vladislav Hall. While one would make notes the other could watch their faces and body language. Sometimes a voice sounds very normal, but when a face gets twisted, you know there could be more going on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora started the conversation with how they ended up modelling. All the stories were a bit the same. They all agreed they would not do this very long. The travelling and the hungering are not very nice, it’s all a bit exhausting. Two wanted a quiet life after the modelling, one had hopes of starting a film career and last one wanted to pick up her studies after a few years. They all said that they loved the way Eliska and Barbora were, but agencies would demand of them to lose at least 20 kilos before offering jobs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora managed to get the conversation on the subject of Marsha. Dawn immediately pulled a face, the others looked at each other. The murdered girl was getting every job she wanted, didn’t care about anybody else. In all the fashion shows she walked, she would be the leading girl and she would dressed in the bridal wear. Every magazine you picked up she would be on the front page. The others had to fight about “left overs”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Before she had popped up, it all had been different. Almost every show had had another model leading, ten or even more could be admired on and in magazines. They all had admired Marsha, but they hated her for taking everything leaving them with nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When the conversation changed into small talk Barbora excused herself, took her mobile and walked a bit away from the group. She phoned Jaro who could tell her that Trisha Bellingwood had been travelling to and from Australia a few times. She was an Australian citizen, so this was not surprising. Further could he tell that the girls 1, 4, 5, 6, 9 and 10 had walked in the fashion show of Sidney this year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora then asked Jaro to come to her house around 10 PM, so they could talk about the case in a more relaxed way. She walked back to the group, said goodbye to Eliska and the models, making excuses that she was needed at the station. Maybe Eliska could show some more of Prague to the girls or have a drink with them. After these words she walked away, back to the station to get her car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora had asked him to come over to her apartment that night to talk about the case. He wanted to sleep it over, but she insisted to think together while being in a relaxed mood. He didn’t feel this was right, his feelings for her were quite strong. But he knew he should not show his emotions; he could get in trouble while Barbora was his superior officer. She was a lot younger, showed in everything that she trusted him, saw him as a sort of uncle in personal life. He didn’t want to ruin this. Yet he had no choice and had accepted the offer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She asked him to park in a neighbourhood not too close to her house. She told him she was afraid for the gossiping people in the street of whom one was a police man. So he went home, took a shower and left his place in time to get to her in time. He had asked Barbora if he should take something along but she told him she was going to be his host and would see to it that he would get what he wanted. She laughed a bit saying this and he knew there would be no lemonade served that night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She knew he was still there. Once in a while she could see the little red spot in the garden get a bit brighter when he took a puff of his cigarette. She had laughed a little when she heard him trying to get into the garden without any sound. That was a hopeless thing: the door in the fence made an awful squeaking sound and could not be silenced by anything. With the double glass doors to the garden wide open it was very loud. Yet she had pretended not to hear a thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She turned the volume of the music a bit up and slowly danced on the soft sweet music of Chet Baker. She was fully aware that her summer dress clung to her body. It was a hot and sultry evening and this music fitted so well with it. She took a sip of her cool white wine and put her arms in the air and turned slowly around. She would give him a little show, he had a very nice view like this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She danced and drinked and kept half an eye on the tiny red light in the garden. Once it died away completely, got replaced by a little yellow one that created a new red dot. He had lighted a new one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">For a moment she thought about putting on her nightgown. The sheer fabric would sure enable her to show everything she got. She rejected the thought, maybe it would be too much. Instead she decided to have a refill. Her glass was empty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she came back from the kitchen she walked with slowly towards the double doors and peeked out while Chet Baker started a new tune. Her heart sank a bit…there was no little light. Anywhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Just when she decided to walk into the garden he grabbed her arm and took the glass out of her hands. The gesture almost make her jump, but his voice sounded reassuring: “Shall we share this one?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They had thought the case over and over. It was very clear that the supermodel had been killed, probably with a poison, but how did it get to her? They had made a list of possibilities: in food, in drinks. Everything the girl had touched that day had been examined, yet nothing had be found. They had asked where she had been during the day and came to the conclusion that nowhere the poison could have been administered. They would have to wait for the results of the pathology experts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora and Jaro ended the evening with talking about jazz music and literature. He was surprised she knew so much about the music he so much loved. They ended with promising each other to visit a jazz concert together in the future. He emptied his glass and she did the same; there wasn’t a drop in the bottle anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Time for me to go home, I think”, Jaro said. Barbora shook her head: he had been drinking, it would be really wrong to go on the road like this. She told him he could sleep in the spare bedroom and after some discussion he agreed. It was a camping bed she had to unfold in the room that looked more like a study than a bedroom. It didn’t look too uncomfortable to Jaro and he did feel tired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She told him to get to bed while she turned off the lights, locked the backdoor and put the glasses in the sink. He soon got in the bed while he heard her getting ready too. She came to the door in her nightgown and told him that if anything was wrong or when he needed her she would be next door. In the light behind her he could see through the flimsy fabric. He felt it was wrong to look, but couldn’t help it. He managed to say “Thank you” and she went to her bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Even while being so tired he didn’t manage to fall asleep. He still could see her in his mind. It made him feel ill at ease. She trusted him, was his superior, far too young and saw him as a sort of older brother he sensed. Yet she sometimes made these remarks that made him think otherwise. It made him unrestful and he saw the time slowly going on his watch. When he started to see the daylight through the curtains he got up, dressed and silently walked past Barbora’s room. In the living room he found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a little thank you note. He would see her at the police station.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The next morning Barbora found Jaro standing in front of the schedule they had made on a board about the case. He shook his head in disbelief, told her that the longer he looked at this the more he saw how little progress they had made. They had a murdered person, but didn’t know how the murder was committed, where and by who. The only thing they knew was that a poison was used and the type of poison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora did have an idea to work on: she told Jaro that she almost knew for certain that the murderer had worked in the dressing room and must have done so when nobody else was around. The only time this had been possible was during the peptalk that was held in the Vladislav Hall. What if somebody had sneaked out and did something in the dressing room? The just had to check who had been absent for a little while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They did have talks with models about the pep talk and they didn’t notice anybody missing. At least they said so. Barbora suggested they would have a talk with everybody in the staff. So they made a list of the people and divided it in two. They could try to phone them to speed things up and visit who wasn’t able to get on the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">At the end of the day they had phoned all but three, visited two of these and now were left waiting for the last one to ring back. When this person finally reached them and also said not having noticed anybody missing for a second the day was almost done and they still didn’t know anything more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora told Jaro she needed a very concentrated time of thinking and picked up the telephone. She pushed a few numbers while Jaro looked at her questioningly. After a while she started talking: "“Hello Master, this is Thru, can I please make an appointment for tonight?” She listened, nodded and said a few times “yes” in a soft manner that was not her usual way of speaking. “Nine is perfect Master, I will be there. Thank you so very much.” She put the phone down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">To Jaro she said that she wanted him to bring her to Ole’s place and pick her up around half past ten. For sure the session would be done by then. He nodded, he would be her chauffeur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When he picked her up around half past eight, he could not help to admire the way she looked. Her dress gave her a sort of innocent appearance, almost like a schoolgirl. He gave her a compliment, but she didn’t react, she hardly seemed to notice that he was talking to her. So he gave up on having a conversation and just drove her in silence to Ole’s place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It had been Eliska who let Barbora in. The police officer asked if she should go the studio right away, but the other shook her head and asked her to follow her to the living room. Ole was in the room having a cup of tea; on the table was another cup that was half full, probably Eliska’s. “Would you like a cup, Thru?”, Ole asked friendly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She shook her head, didn’t like the idea of maybe needing to go to the toilet during the session. The big man urged her to sit down on the sofa and Eliska sat down next to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole looked at her in a very serious manner which disturbed her a bit. Maybe the session could not happen tonight? He noticed the way she looked and smiled assuring. “No fear Thru, but we do have a serious request to make to you.” Eliska also looked at her a bit different than she normally would have done. What was going on? “Sure you don’t want tea?”, Ole took a sip. She refused politely again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Okay Thru, this is what we want to request from you. We know that you trust me fully.” She nodded silently. “This time I ask you to trust somebody else. I can tell you that I have complete confidence that you will be in capable hands. Could you please give permission for this? Think about it for a moment.” He looked very serious and so did Eliska. Barbora didn’t really like the idea of a stranger binding her and touching her at intimate parts of her body. She blushed at the thought and started trembling a bit. This could be frightful for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“But who…”, she started to ask. “It will be me, my dear Thru”, said Eliska. “Do you think you can trust me completely in binding you?” She got on her knees in front of Barbora and looked at her pleadingly. “Ole will supervise everything and will take immediate action, if needed. The police woman felt a weight falling from her shoulders. She knew that Eliska could unbind quite quick and expertly and that she had been using ropes in easier part of a bondage session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Will I be Eliska’s first?” she asked. They nodded. Ole added: “You’ll be the official first person in bondage done by Eliska.” Barbora took Eliska’s hands in her hands: “I trust myself fully in your good hands my friend.” Eliska shook her head: “No, don’t see me as a friend in a session. I will be the female Master and I’m sure I will have to hurt you at certain times. You’ll have to agree with that, otherwise I can’t do it. You will be Thru to me, not Barbora and I will do whatever I want in the session. Do you agree with that?” She took her hands away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora nodded and said in a soft voice: “I agree with everything that you will do to me.” Eliska got up and took Barbora’s hands: “Come Thru, we go to the studio.” Ole also rose from his chair and they climbed the stairs to the studio.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Thru was wearing a simple blue dress and white cotton underwear; simple but very elegant: the panties were Brazilian style, not exactly like Victoria Secret lingerie. Eliska had prepared everything like she had seen been done by her Master Ole so many times and of course sometimes she would have been assisting in this. Before this session she had already demonstrated her talent for bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Thru was standing in the studio for some time while Ole and Eliska just looked at her. Eliska said: “Thru, remove your bra, but keep your dress on.” She reached through the armholes of the dress to her back, fumbled a bit. She went with her right hand through the armhole of the dress on the left, moved around within the dress. After this she removed the hand and put the other hand in the right armhole and pulled the bra through it. She handed it out to Eliska, who took it and gave it to Ole. He put it on one of the chairs without taking his eyes of the pretty police woman. There was a new silence. Eliska and Ole looked at her again in an observing manner. She could not do anything else but look to the floor. She felt embarrassed, they almost looked at her like she was an object.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Then Eliska walked up to her looking at her in a scrutinizing way, Thru swallowed when she was near. Her new Master touched her lips with her fingers, moving them from corner to corner. First the upper lip, then the lower. Then she touched her neck, followed by her breasts and let her hands wandering over her belly to her crotch. Ole just watched in silence, just watched, the room almost looked a bit hazy to his eyes, far away some music was being played by somebody. It seemed to be electronic music, but was too vague to be really heard well enough to trace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska put Thru in a sitting position on the carpet and tied her hands behind her back and opened the dress on the front side. She used a metal object to tighten the knot as much as possible, after that she bound a leg and bend the other behind her. She then wound some rope around her and around her upper legs, in a way that kept the crotch free. She pulled everything a bit tighter and then connected the ropes to the hooks that were on the floor near the body of Thru.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She walked to a few ropes attached to the ceiling and pulled, with the tightening of these Thru was up in the air with her breasts fully exposed and her legs wide open, her head pointed down to her crotch. Ole watched on, the figure that Eliska created was beautiful . Eliska took the free leg and fondled it with her hands, Thru was more aware of everything as never before. Her female Master pulled the rope attached to the leg sideways and attached it to another rope hanging from the ceiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">To create an even more amazing shape of the body, Eliska took a pair of scissors, cut through the panties and by this exposed Thru’s sex completely; Ole just watched, he wondered if Eliska would like to penetrate Thru’s body and giving the fact that Thru agreed with everything , Ole nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ole gave a signal to Eliska not visible to Thru and he walked up to her body, reshaping the way the dress was hanging around her body, so it could be seen unhindered. Now the dress hung next to both sides of the body, giving full view of the beauty of it. Ole walked to the closet, got a red gagging ball and put it in Thru’s mouth, binding the straps of it behind her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska sure made it very clear to Ole that Thru was beautiful and he really had to restrain himself not to make use of her in this way. He could see in her face that she was now suffering a bit, a lovely site for him seeing her in sweet agony. A site that made you really want to mount her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro came to the house in the Johannes Hus Street almost exactly at 10:30. When Eliska opened the door for him he joked a bit about it. He sort of saluted and said: “Barbora’s chauffeur is ready to sign in for duty!” She gave him a sort of wry smile, still in a very serious mood. He noticed it and not added new joking remarks to this. “Please come to the studio with me, Jaro”, she answered and went in front of him on the stairs. He followed a bit worried, wondered if anything was wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The moment he came in, he saw the bondage session had been different from what he had seen before. He felt really awkward seeing Barbora hanging in this weird position. Her sex was completely displayed and she seemed to have problems with the ball gag she had in her mouth. Jaro had never seen anything like this before and was unable to say anything and felt the blood rushing to his head. He could see that had been in this situation for some time. There was drool over one of her cheeks and under her head was a dark spot on the carpet, where it was probably quite wet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">There was no word spoken until nothing was being heard from outside of the studio anymore. Barbora was the first to break the silence. “I have offered myself to you more than once the last days. You didn’t seem to notice or you didn’t want to react. I really don’t know. This is my last try to let you see that I want you and that I need you very much.” Jaro swallowed hard and sat down on his knees in front of her face. “I wasn’t really sure, I didn’t want to be rude and I had rank and age to consider. I have been your secret admirer for so long, I was sure that there was no chance for me to be your lover. I was wrong, but I was not intending to hurt you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">"Are these ropes hurting you? Should I try to untie you a bit?” She shook her head while he followed the ropes on her skin with one hand. Jaro’s hand travelled towards her belly and further downwards to her sex. He could not help but touch her there. “Is this okay with you?”, he asked softly. She nodded and pleaded him to go on. “I love it when you touch me Jaro. Please don’t take that hand away”. While his hand fondled her he kissed her, he felt his face becoming wet with the saliva she had on her cheek. It didn’t take very long before she moaned and shook her body in the restraints.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He looked at her questioningly: “Do you want me to to untie you now?” She shook her head: “Take me like I’m now, I can’t wait anymore.” He bend over to where his hand had been and licked the lovely spot. “Please Jaro, please, make love to me!”, she pleaded. He couldn’t withhold anymore, opened his trouser and came in between her wide open legs. “Oh, you are so wet my Love. I feel so welcome.” There was no answer and he was not able to talk anymore either, he grabbed her hips and there was no stopping him. He was almost disappointed when he already came after a few thrusts. He was amazed that she seemed to come too. He almost collapsed on her body, but got up quite quick. He knew she would be in more pain if these ropes would cut even more in her lovely body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro looked at the lovely police officer and could not but feel guilty about the welts he could see under the ropes. He bend down and tried to undo a knot. Barbora asked him to stop and give a shout downstairs for Eliska; it probably was tricky because she was hanging, she didn’t want to fall and get into more pain. Jaro did what she asked and it didn’t take too long before the tall Czech girl came into the studio wearing a dressing gown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She started with some knots and asked Jaro to do some that were on the legs. It didn’t take very long before they could lay Barbora on the floor and do the remaining ones. Eliska asked Barbora to sit on one of the chairs and kneeled in front of her. “I would like to thank you for your permission to bind you and for enduring the pain I inflicted upon you”, she said. Barbora trembled quite a lot and didn’t know how her voice would sound. So instead of saying something, she just bend over and gave a kiss on Eliska’s lips. “It’s okay, I really have to thank you”, she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Eliska got on her feet and told them it would not be wise for Barbora to leave the house in the state she was still in. She suggested that she and Jaro should spend the night together in the spare bedroom. “The Red Room”, Barbora whispered and she shivered. Eliska assured her that she and Ole didn’t notice anything spooky in that room since the days of the investigation around the Japanese model Kiko’s death. She was sure they could have a good undisturbed night in the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They all got up and were heading for the door, when Jaro asked “Is that yours?” He pointed at the bra on the chair. Barbora nodded and he took it along. “I will give you panties in the morning”, Eliska said to her while she held her dress together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The Red Room hadn’t changed at all, Barbora noticed when they walked in. They undressed in silence and got in the bed. “Just hold me”, Barbora said and he held her as close to his body as he could, folding one arm under her. She was still trembling and it took some time for it to stop. With his free hand he fondled her back till she was calm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“While hanging there and waiting for you, I had some thinking about the case. The poison had to get into the body of Marsha in some way. She didn’t swallow it, it’s not possible to inhale it. So it has to be given to her by an injection or a stab or something like that. I think the pathologist didn’t see the spot because it was tiny and a bit hidden.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">This could be under her hair or under her feet. I remember once stepping on a nail and the wound was hardly visible because it was on the end of the big toe, in the fold where it is attached to the foot. We should ask the good doctor to have a look at that again tomorrow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro could see her point, it was the only possibility. He insisted that she should try to rest a bit now. He would have loved to be able to make love to her again, he added, but even he felt emotionally quite exhausted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">While holding her his mind started to work too: “What if a spider has been hidden in her clothes? A bite would give only a small wound. If that is the case there is only one possibility to hide the insect. In one of the boots it had to be and it would result in a bite in or under a toe.” She agreed with him and giggled a bit. “I thought you were exhausted…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Just now he noticed one of his hands was holding a lovely breast, playing with her nipple without even realising. “Oh, sorry!”, he mumbled, ready to withdraw his hand. “Don’t be! Keep the hand there”, she answered while her hand travelled down over his chest. She soon found her goal and started her own little game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I don’t think I can”, he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I’m quite certain you can” she laughed. “But we do it with me in control.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Now stretch your arms along your face. I don’t have ropes, but you must imagine I tied your arms to the top of the bed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He did what she wanted and saw her slowly starting to move off and on top of him. Soon she came in a sort of trance and her hair got in front of her face in a manner that he was only able to see her sweet mouth. Her lips were parted a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Oh, how he would love to kiss these!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Suddenly the door opened, Barbora didn’t even notice. It was Eliska, he saw when he lifted his head a bit of the pillow. She gave him a big smile, showed him a pair of panties, layed them down and went away again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora was moving faster now, breathing heavily. His eyes were now almost glued to her beautiful breasts. What a shame he could not touch them. He could not help it but try. But it was truly amazing that he could not move his arms, they really felt like bound!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">This time it was she who collapsed on him. But he was sure his collapsing on her was a lot more painful. Suddenly he could move his arms again and he held her again in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“So funny”, he said, “I really could not move my arms. I wanted to cup your breasts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Hm, I could swear you were holding them most of the time”, she answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“But please, carry on”, he pleaded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I’m very happy to”, she answered and came sitting up again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She felt him move under her and was very happy to respond, but this time he was holding her breasts. She bend over to kiss him and he was eager to receive that kiss. While her mouth was glued to his Jaro’s moans were muffled. She giggled when she felt him shouting without hearing him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When Jaro woke up he needed some time before he realised where he was. It was quite dark in the room, thanks to the thick Bordeaux red curtains, but he could see it was daytime. Barbora wasn’t there anymore, but he could still smell her perfume. His watch told him it was almost 8:30.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He blinked his eyes when he opened the curtains: it was quite a bright day. The sun shone directly in the room. He went for the bathroom, found a tube of toothpaste and brushed his teeth with the brush that was there. He couldn’t care less who’s it was. He found a towel and decided to jump in the shower. The water felt lovely on his skin. How he wished Barbora was there, so they could have showered together. Just the thought aroused him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He forced his thoughts to go on the case. He had to hurry; Barbora probably was waiting for him; she needed his car to go anywhere. Jaro regretted not having any clean change: he was afraid he would be a bit smelly. He found deodorant spray and used it on himself and some on his briefs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When he went downstairs he could hear voices. He found everybody in the kitchen. Barbora and Ole were drinking coffee. Eliska jumped up immediately; “I’ll make breakfast for you, Jaro. I’m sure you could use a good bite.” Pretty quick she served him toast with scrambled eggs while his lovely colleague poored him a cup of coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He was enjoying his breakfast, he was really hungry, Eliska was right about that! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora told him she already phoned with the pathologist and made an appointment at 11. The man was not very happy when she explained that he probably had missed something on the examination of the body of Marsha Hunter, even became a bit grumpy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Better him grumpy than us!”, Jaro laughed. He found his package of cigarettes and walked to the window with it. “Do you mind?” Ole and Eliska shook their heads and he opened the window and tried to keep the smoke out of the kitchen by blowing it away a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When they got to the pathologist, the man wasn’t grumpy anymore. He had examined the body already and found what they expected. He explained that it was easier to find the spot now the body was not that fresh anymore. It had been there for some time. Jaro made a face by sort of imitating sensing a bad smell. It even made the pathologist laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He showed the spot to them: next to the ball of the big toe of the left foot was a spot where the skin was a bit discoloured. It was obvious this was an insect bite. He had made a photo of it and handed it to them: “To complete my report.” They thanked him, left the building and drove to headquarters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Here they asked for the boots and the list of fingerprints found on them. Very efficiently what they asked for was delivered. The first had a good look at the list of fingerprints. On both the boots were the prints of the victim, the assistants and the designer. On the boot for the right foot were also the prints of Trisha Bellingwood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Trisha Bellingwood entered the police station already one hour after Barbora had phoned her. She was led to one of the interrogation rooms and placed opposite Jaro and Barbora. She didn’t seem very worried, started the conversation by saying that she would be very happy to help if she was able to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro sort of woke her up, telling her this was not a social visit of any kind. He put the boot on the table between them. It was packed in plastic. Trisha looked at it and sighed: “These horrible boots! I will never wear anything like that again! Even if they offer me thousands of Euros!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora pointed at the boot: “This is one of Marsha Hunter’s boots. We have a question about it: why are your fingerprints on it?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The model sighed and nodded: “That’s possible. I thought that she had mine because I could hardly get mine on. When I compared them, I saw they were the same size. So I’ve put it back. She never noticed it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora told Trisha that someone had taken the other boot, the left one, also in their hands. The Australian girl answered immediately that this had not been her. Jaro explained what had been done to the boot. An Australian spider had been placed in it. An Atrax Robustus, also known as funnel web spider. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Trisha shivered. She told the detectives that she knew about the existence of this spider. They were very rare and lived on the other side of Australia. She had never in her life been there. There was no reason to and there would never be a reason to. For her this was the wilderness, a place full of horrible creatures. It was well known in the fashion industry that dressing rooms and cat walks should be without spiders or other insects. If not, she would refuse to do her job. Because of the fact that most girls are afraid of spiders, this had never been a problem in her career. But if the Czech detectives wanted to be sure they were very welcome to phone the agency.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Within an hour Jaro and Barbora were done with the interrogation and had checked Trisha’s story. Because the spider had been in the other boot, the one without her fingerprints, they had nothing on her. Barbora could not think of anything else but to go through all the witness statements again. They started doing that, but without any real hope of success. They were back at square one!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">To make it even worse Barbora was phoned to come to the commissioner. He told her there had been complaints by the model agencies. They needed the girls for other jobs, were losing lots of money and seeing that Jaro and Barbora not making any progress he had decided that the girls would be free to go. The killer, if there had been one, would walk away freely, he admitted. But he could think too of the possibility that this all had been an accident. Barbora protested: she knew that Marsha had been murdered by somebody. This spider did not get by accident in that boot!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When she walked towards her desk again, there was a deep frown in her forehead. She took her seat at her desk, leaned backwards with a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Jaro had come behind her, undid two buttons and stretched his arm inside her blouse. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Not now, Jaro!” the pretty detective whispered. She pulled his arm up, placed a kiss on his hand and told him about the conversation with the commissioner. Jaro was about to protest, but she stopped his words. “We got time till 6 PM tomorrow to solve this case, otherwise the murderer will walk away. So we better get busy. If we solve this case I promise you a night you will never forget.” She buttons up and opens a file.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro told her he has an idea: the person who has handled this spider, knows all about them. So this person works with spiders and other animals or made his or her hobby out of it. “How about searching in magazines and on the net for models or people in the fashion world who do this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora didn’t know anything better and so they started their search. It was a bit like spending a lot of time in a waiting room, they laughed. When they became hungry, they phoned for pizzas. While eating they continued their search.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Their task seemed endless. They searched on the model’s names, on the assistant’s names and on the agencies names, but nothing about spiders popped up. They went further and further back in time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“These models were not even born in these days”, Jaro complained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“You are right”, we have to search somewhere else, or in a different way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">For some time they sat silent together until Jaro jumped up. “What if this person has changed her or his name?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“That might be the answer!” Barbora almost gave a sigh of relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">They changed their searching on the internet, started searching for beautiful girls with weird hobbies and beautiful girls with ugly animals. Barbora was the one who found something. In a French magazine for gentlemen was an article about 3 pretty mademoiselles with weird hobbies. One was about a girl working as a fireman: so she was photographed half naked in a fireman’s outfit. Then there was a girl who liked paragliding, so she was half hidden behind the big kite showing her breasts. The last one was about a pretty girl with a snake around her neck on one picture and with a big spider on a nipple on the other. There was even a little picture of her face with a spider on her nose looking at it in a boss eyes manner. The girl’s name in the magazine was Marie-Louise Beaujean, but Jaro and Barbora knew her better as Ariel Matouche.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“We got her!”, Jaro shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Barbora was already printing the article. While the printer started she picked up the telephone and rang the hotel where the models were staying. She asked for Ariel, waited and then shortly told the other person to come to the police station at 9 AM the next day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Marie-Louise</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ariel Matouche was very much in time. The reception desk told her she was there while it was not even 10 minutes before the appointment. Barbora decided to keep her waiting until it was exactly 9 AM. Then she was sent to one of the interrogation rooms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro and Barbora entered the room after she was already being seated by the uniformed police woman who showed her in. They made a grand appearance by laying out a stack of files in front of them and opened notebooks . Barbora led the talk, it started quite friendly. First she asked about her liking the city of Prague, then she asked if she had ever visited Australia.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Ariel had been in Sidney, had done some shows over there and never had been in the rest of the continent. Barbora asked her if a DNA sample could be taken from her, this would be done with the other models too. It was just to complete the file. Maybe they would find something after the models had left the country. Ariel had no problems with that. Jaro took the swab and put the sample in a sealed plastic bag which he brought away immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When he came back things changed. He shouted: “Cut the crap, Marie-Louise! We know everything!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She looked very scared, her eyes filled with tears and her face became very pale. “What do you mean?”, she tried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“We know very well it was you who killed Marsha!” Jaro spread the article about her strange hobby on the table between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The pretty French girl started to cry. Barbora calmed her down a bit and she started to talk. Soon she admitted everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It had not been her intention to kill Marsha; she just wanted to scare her, hoped she would sprain her ankle in these horrible boots when the spider would bite. But Marsha had shown how tough models could be. She must had a feeling of being bitten, probably had confused it with the pain caused by the boots. Ariel explained that normally a bite of these spiders would not kill. She once got bitten herself on one of her hands and only had a bit of a swelling for a few days. Marsha maybe was allergic, she didn’t know. This sure wasn’t her fault, she cried out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“This is enough!”, Barbora said and she closed her notebook with a bang. Jaro followed her example. “Lock her in!”, he said to the uniformed police woman. When the detectives were together there was a little hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Will you write out the report, dear Jaro?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“I will be delighted!” he answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Fulfilment of a promise</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">Jaro came home feeling a bit empty. The long night and the tension had taken it’s toll. After eating a pizza from the freezer he sat on his chair and noticed after some time he was staring at the wall. He didn’t feel like doing anything at all, wondered what to do this evening. The phone went and he jumped up to search for it. He found it after a while between some old newspapers and magazines.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Jaro here!” , he shouted curtly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Eliska here!”, the happy sounding answer surprised him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">She invited him to come over to the studio. First he wanted to refuse, “Why this sudden invitation?” , he thought. “I thought Ole was in Sweden…”, he said. Eliska agreed on that, but added that should not stop him from coming over. Somebody had made a promise to him and wanted to make it come true. His heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean by this?”, he stammered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Just come over and you’ll know”, the assistant of Ole answered. “Come around Nine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It was not even Nine P.M. when Jaro rang the doorbell. Eliska didn’t take long to open the door. She was dressed in a long black lacy dress that had a very high neckline. This made her look a bit like an old fashioned schoolteacher, but her stern appearance was completely different from her lovely smiling face. Her short blond hair made her outfit even more exquisite.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">The pretty Czech girl asked Jaro to go to the studio and to wait there. They would join him in a very short time. So he went up the stairs to the attic and found a chair in the middle of the room. Nothing had been laid out; he almost expected something like that. He didn’t know if he should be disappointed or not. After some time he found himself staring at yet another wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">It seemed to have taken ages before the door was opened. Eliska walked in, pulling Barbora forward by a rope that was attached to other ropes which were used to bind the wrists of his lovely friend together. She was completely naked, so was completely the opposite of Eliska. Her hair was bound in a ponytail; it made her look very innocent, like a child. It was in high contrast with the ropes around her writsts. The women looked stunning. Barbora kept her eyes to the ground. He wished she looked at him, but she didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">When they were in front of his chair, Eliska started to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Here is Thru. She is going to give you a night you’ll never forget. You can fulfil all your wishes with her, even your darkest ones. I’m here to assist you to make it all possible, but I’m also here to prevent Thru to get damaged.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">“Damaged?”, he asked in a sort of shock. Eliska nodded and presented the rope to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He took it and remained silent for a few moments. Then he untied the knots that kept the wrists of Barbora together. “I don’t want this. I think you don’t know me very well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px;">He took the pretty police woman by the hand and asked Eliska: “Can we go to the red room? I would like to spend the night with my love.” Eliska nodded and added: “But you will still have me to assist you to get the best night of your life”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Alberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18154654708654313625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893245838190669894.post-67953697073148819272016-05-26T02:24:00.002-07:002020-03-14T06:26:09.994-07:003. Death between the Brushes (3rd case for Barbora and Jaro)<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A New Assignment<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You are
very nifty with these fingers, Sergeant Holoubek”, Inspector Barbora Kucera whispered while
standing behind him. He was busy typing out a report on his laptop and the hot
breath of Barbora did not make it easier for him. They still wanted to keep
their relation out of the knowledge of their colleagues, but on times like
these Jaro really disliked that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Although
they were in the room they shared at the police station he knew that any moment
somebody could enter the room. He felt his superior putting a hand in his neck
and sliding it slowly into his shirt. She decided to make it even more
difficult for him by licking in his left ear and breathing heavily in it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He was
almost relieved when the phone on Barbora’s desk rang. With a sigh and a
disappointed face she walked towards her desk and answered. “Yes, I’m coming
up”, she said after listening a few seconds. “They need me upstairs, the
Commissioner himself rang me. But I will be back for more soon.” She winked at
Jaro and left the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When she
came back he was just finishing his work on the laptop, filed it and send it
away. “We are going to make a trip to the province, Jaro. We better go and pack
our things here and some clothes from home. This might take some days.” Her
Sergeant looked at her questioningly. “Where are we going?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">While they
were collecting the things they needed from their desks and putting them in a
bag Barbora told Jaro that they were assigned to solve a murder in the little
village of Morina. In Morina was only a rural policeman, there was no police
station. It would be a bit inconvenient to work from their normal desks and the
top of the force wanted to make an impression, so the Commissioner already had
rented two rooms for them in Bed and Breakfast in the village. They could work
from there and if needed they could get a work container placed somewhere in
the village, but that was for them to decide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Case</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">On their way
to Morina, while Jaro was driving, Barbora started her laptop and put a memory
stick in it. “Our new case”, she said. She read for some time and then nodded: she
understood what it was all about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She
explained to Jaro that this was about the killing of the housekeeper and model
of the famous painter Radek Kovac. The sergeant shrugged because the name was
not familiar to him. But according to his superior he was world famous. The man
lived on a former farm with his son Petr, who was 12 years old. He was a
widower and so needed a housekeeper. This had been Jana Novakova for lots of
years, but since a few years her granddaughter Jitka had taken over during
summer when she didn’t have to go to university. Barbora showed a picture of
the girl and Jaro whistled approvingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Radek was
doing seminars in painting during the months of summer and had nine students
from all over the world staying in his huge house. The former barn was used as
a studio. It was here that Jitka had been found, while she obviously was
waiting for the students to have finished their lunch in the main building.
According to the report of the local police man everybody had been in the
dining room except for the boy Petr who had been in school.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro asked
how the girl was killed. “She was killed by a floret, normally used for
fencing. Don’t ask me why that thing was in the studio.”, Barbora answered.
“What type of students were at the house of Kovac?”, the sergeant wanted to
know. His superior didn’t know the answer, just that they came from all over
Europe and probably didn’t meet the victim before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon Jaro
noticed that they left Prague behind them and were out in the country; the
further they got from the capital the more quiet the road became. Once in a
while there were lorries going in the opposite direction, normal passenger cars
were becoming more and more rare. A few times they got stuck behind a farmer’s
tractor and had to follow it for miles and miles before they got off the road.
Taking over seemed to be very tricky; Jaro didn’t want to risk their lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Morina was a
very small village, so it was very easy to find their B&B. The name
“Waldlust” was written in old fashioned Germanic letters on the wall. It was an
obvious attempt to attract German tourists and the name was a bit weird
considering the lack of forests in the area. The place was surrounded by an
unending sight of farming fields. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They parked
their car and went inside to talk to the owner. Mister Havlicek was a bit of
age; he told them he had done this place up by himself. Downstairs was the
living space of him and his wife. Upstairs was completely independent with an
own entrance at the back with a metal stairway to get there. They had two
bedrooms, two bathrooms and a small kitchen fit for making coffee or tea and
had microwave for emergencies. Havlicek had to laugh about these words, added
that they would make sure the police officers didn’t need the thing. Breakfast
and other meals (on request) were provided downstairs in the dining room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora and
Jaro filled in the papers Havlicek asked them to fill and got the keys. She
went upstairs while the sergeant got the suitcases and the laptops they had
taken along. When he got in, she was comparing the rooms. “This one will be our
headquarters and the other one our bedroom. Okay?” He nodded. “Just give me a
hand with this…”, she pointed in the direction of the twin beds separated by
bedside tables. They put the beds next to each other and the bed side tables on
the outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the other
room, their headquarters, they pushed one bed to the wall, turned the other one
upside down on top and the bedside tables also to the wall. The table and two
chairs from the first room were set next to the table and chairs that were
already there. “Now we only need a board or a flip over or such. I will make a
request tomorrow. For now we just have a little time left to visit the family
of the victim.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jitka’s Bedroom</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The house of
the Novakovas was not hard to find in this small village. The grandmother
opened the door for them. She was an elderly woman who showed the signs of a
hard working life. She was a bit skin and bones and her betrayed that she had
been crying a lot the last time. Even so she was very friendly and had no
problem of having the police taking a look in the bedroom of her murdered grandchild.
Walking them up to the room she told
Jaro and Barbora that the girl’s parents had moved to Australia a few years
before. Jitka had stayed behind because she was in her last year in school and
had stayed over here. The last years she only came over during the summer
months because normally she was living near the university. The old woman told
them too that she had been looking for a diary, she knew Jitka kept one. She
had been searching the whole room, but could not find it. After these words she
left them to do their job and went downstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For Barbora
and Jaro it was quite obvious that the girl did not spend a lot of her time in
that room for the last years. It still was breathing a sort of teenage spirit
with pictures of some famous pop groups
on the wall that were at their top a few years before. She never bothered to
take them down. While Jaro looked under the bed and in the wardrobe, Barbora
went through the contents of the drawers of her bedside table and a little desk
that was placed under the window.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I wish we
could find that diary! That would be gold for us!”, but disappointed she shook
her head; it was not there. Besides clothes, shoes and make-up, Jaro didn’t
find anything interesting. He had a look behind mirrors and on top of the
wardrobe, but shook his head too. Barbora shrugged, it would have been too good
to be true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Downstairs
the grandma agreed that if they would find the diary elsewhere that they could
take the diary along; for what it was worth, they would take it without her
consent too. Jaro had been brooding on something and now he came up with it.
“Surely, you did not take the cleaning job up again when Jitka became a model
for Radek?” he asked the old woman. She shook her head: “No, for these weeks
this has been taken on by Madam Havliceka. Yes, from the B&B Waldlust.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When they
were back in their quarters he still was a bit grumpy about it: “Havlicek could
have told us about this! It could have speeded things up a bit. Oh, well, we’ll
have to ask her about the artist’s world and his followers during breakfast.
Which is between 7 and 9:30 AM I read between the fire escape instructions and
the lay out of the building. The last thing is utter nonsense I can tell you
everything about the construction of the building already and I’ve only been
here for a few hours.” Barbora did not join in into his moaning, instead she
asked him about going to bed now or to try to get a drink somewhere in these
outskirts of the world. He was feeling just as tired and so the decision to go
to bed was quickly made.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They
squeezed into one of the beds together and Jaro started to sigh which showed
his agitation far too good for Barbora’s taste. “Shh, you grumpy old beast!”
and he sensed her head going towards his limp dick. He totally was not in the
mood for anything that even resembled sex, but she managed to get him stiff and
silent. He could sense his dick throbbing within seconds, ready for an
explosion and he could not stop himself letting out some sounds that seemd to
come from his underbelly. “This is the moaning I do like to hear coming from
you”, she said, letting him go for a few moments. When he felt like doing some
more than just letting her sucking him off, she did that little trick with her
hands under his balls and he came with a sound that reminded her of a sob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“And now
just hold me and sleep!”, she demanded. And he could not do anything else than
obey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Breakfast</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the
morning he felt like a very old man. He had been sleeping on the two edges of
the neighbouring matrasses and he could hardly get out of bed. Barbora guided
him into the bathroom and nodded approvingly, seeing it had the shower. For
this morning this was the bathroom she wanted. He went into the cubicle a bit
sheepishly, but reacted well when she started to rub his back while the hot
water made his muscles relax. Without wanting it his penis started to become
erect, more and more waving like a little flagpole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ah, it’s
alive!”, Barbora exclaimed and started to spread shower gel from a tube all
over his dick and balls. “Now I can see it with my own eyes instead of with my
tongue”, she laughed and gave this object some gentle jerks. Her lovely way of handling it made Jaro forget
about his painful back and soon his fluids mixed with the soap she had so
generous applied. “Feeling better now?”, Barbora asked. “What about you?” , he was able to say after
some time. Barbora assured him it was perfect like it was and rinsed her body
with the full stream of water while Jaro started to dry himself. She followed
him quite soon and they got dressed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The dining
room or rather breakfast room was soon found and while they were making plans
for the day, the owner of the B&B showed up with coffee. “My wife is frying
some eggs for you, if you like.” They nodded at the same time, felt quite
hungry, so he went back to the kitchen to tell her. “YES, THEY WOULD LIKE FRIED
EGGS!”, they heard him shout.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon she
appeared in the dining room with two plates with fried eggs and placed them in
front of them. “We heard you clean up for Mr.Kovac. Did you ever see something
out of the ordinary over there?”,
Barbora asked. The big grey woman spoke loud in reply: “Yes, salt and
pepper are on your table.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Forget it,
Barbora.”, Jaro said, “you might as well ask this to one of the chairs. She is
almost deaf. I’m sure she really did not hear anything out of the ordinary.
Probably did not hear anything.”
Mrs.Havliceka nodded approvingly: “Yes, it is nice weather, even for
this time of the year.” She turned around and went back to the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They ate
their breakfast and asked for more coffee when Mr.Havlicek came back to the
room. He apologised for any inconvenience his wife might have given. She was
too stubborn to see that she needed a hearing aid. When the owner of the
B&B came back with a can of coffee, he was accompanied by a policeman in
uniform. He sort of saluted and introduced himself, he was the village
policeman called Adam Bunda. He already knew their names and he put an envelope
in front of Barbora. “The pictures of the murder victim”, he added.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“First we
start with coffee, my friend!”, Jaro announced and he asked Havlicek to bring a
cup or a mug for Adam. The owner of Waldlust poored the coffee for Adam when
Jaro came up with an idea. “Can I please get a piece of paper and some tape
from you? Room number one will be our headquarters and I will mark it like
that. Would you please tell the staff that this room should not be entered, not
even to be cleaned.” Havlicek nodded and brought what Jaro had asked for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
uniformed policeman wanted to open the envelope but Barbora shook her head.
“Not here”, we’ll have a look in our “headquarters” and talk things over. This
is not something for the public. Adam understood and put the envelope back on
the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Gathering of the facts</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro looked
approvingly at his creation on the door. “HQ of POLICE. NO ENTRANCE” he had
written in big letters. “Almost professional”, Barbora laughed and they invited
Adam to sit down at the table. Jaro took the laptops of the table and the
envelope was placed there instead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Adam took
the photos out and pointed at the lethal wound. It was exactly in a heart that
was drawn on the victim’s chest. “I think it is a ritual murder. I think she
was sacrificed in some satanical celebration.” Jaro was about to laugh, but
noticed that the uniformed policeman was quite serious. “Let us not jump to
conclusions too soon, Adam”, Barbora Kucera reacted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">On the other
photos the place where Jitka was found was showed. It was in the front of the
studio, a bit away the easels could be seen. There were two weapons, one fence
was in Jitka’s right hand. She was wearing white gloves. On a table a fencer’s
mask could be seen and the other weapon. On it there was a cap, like you always
see them in tournaments.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There were
also photos of the house and the studio. The studio was the former barn; in
between the house and the studio was a yard. To come to the yard that led to
the house and the studio was a sort of gate, a brick building around it, almost
looking like a house, which was quite high. From the house and the studio you
would see anyone who would enter that gate. It all looked very solid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora and
Jaro nodded towards Adam, this all was clear enough for them. Jaro wanted to
hear from Adam Kunda if he knew anything about a relation between Radek Kovac
and Jitka Novakova. He only had heard some rumours that Mr.Kovac was more than
interested in the girl, but so were a lot of men in the village. Himself
included, he added. Such a lovely girl! Of course Kovac was a widower and was
raising a child on his own, the whole village expected him to remarry for years
now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next
thing Jaro and Barbora wanted to know was who the participants were in the
seminar. Adam Kunda took his little notebook out of his uniform. He had the list quite ready for them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There were
nine participants:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Roel and
Margriet Verhoeff from the Netherlands, aged 35 and 31;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bob and Jane
Campbell from the United Kingdom, aged 39 and 29;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Franz
Sparwasser from Germany, aged 49;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Chris and
Nicole Verstraaten from Belgium, aged 45 and 47;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Andras and
Nusi Horvat from Hungary, aged 28 and 29.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">According to
Radek Kovac, Franz Sparwasser was added to the group after a German couple
cancelled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Adam Bunda
could not add a lot to this information, he only could tell that Herr
Sparwasser was quite a fat man and not very popular with the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora and
Jaro thanked him and after some talking about how the enquiries would be led by
them Adam went away, back to his normal duties. Wherever possible he would be
assisting the detectives from Prague.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Studio<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They went by
car to the house and studio of Radek Kovac. The description of it was right: it
was a homestead originally built hundreds of years ago, the complex of
buildings surrounded by a wall that almost gave it the appearance of a castle.
In the walls was a gateway wide enough for a carriage, or in these modern days
a car could pass through. On the left was what once had been barns, but now
contained an enormous studio and two garages; on the right there was the main building,
the house Radek was living in. The artist himself showed them a bit around. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The guests
were all staying in the main house, that had six bedrooms and a huge dining
room. Radek explained that normally his son would have his bedroom in the house
too, but in the summer months he stayed in one of the two bedrooms above the
studio. The other bedroom was used the last weeks by Jitka Novakova. The
painter told Jaro and Barbora that it had been easier this way because of the
evening sessions they sometimes did with his students.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Again he
made clear that it would have been impossible for anybody to enter the house or
the studio from outside unseen. From the dining room you had an excellent view
on the studio and none of the guests, nor he himself had seen somebody enter
through the gateway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
asked Radek to let Jaro and herself have access to Jitka’s bedroom. They went
upstairs; it was easy to notice which room was the room of the son of the
painter. The boy had pinned a sign on his door: KEEP OUT! THIS IS PETR’S ROOM!
Of course they had a quick look: he had the small room decorated with posters
of Superman, Spiderman and more of the Marvel heroes. It was a small room with
just a bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Next to it
was a bathroom, it was quite simple and had only a shower, a toilet and a
washbasin. On a shelf were two toothbrushes and two tubes of toothpaste. So the
boy and Jitka had been sharing this room, Jaro thought aloud. There was also a
separate bathroom with only a toilet and a washbasin; it was situated behind
the other bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In that
other bedroom were no posters. It was slightly bigger and contained next to the
furniture the boy’s room had a sofa with a coffee table and a small
refrigerator. There was even a very small kitchen that made it possible to make
coffee or tea. Barbora and Jaro went through the room very thorough. In a
suitcase that was as good as empty they found a few books and something else.
“Bingo!”, Jaro cried out when he discovered the diary they had been looking for
in the bedroom in her grandmother’s house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now they had
what they wanted they could leave the estate of Radek Kovac. Barbora and Jaro
did this after telling him his guests had to stay where they were during the
investigations. According to the artist some were already complaining that they
wanted to go home. Of course they did not come all the way over to his place to
be confronted with murder and with their model gone there was not much to
paint. “Let them do some work on still life and nature”, Jaro suggested, “I’m
too busy to model for them myself.” Barbora warned him by just looking at him
to be quiet, Radek Kovac pretended not to have heard his words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
explained to Kovac that they probably would want a word with everybody. The
talks would be at their headquarters in the B & B. They would invite people by phone or would
pick them up. The artist nodded, he understood and he said that he would tell
his students that they had to stay. They already expected this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro looked
around one more time: “I really don’t see how anybody could get to Jitka and
murder her. Barbora reacted by saying that she thought that when they would
know who did it, they probably also would know how it was done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Diary</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Back in
their headquarters Barbora and Jaro found in front of their door a metal board
on legs, a tape recorder with some tapes, stickers, markers, feltpens and
sticky tape. They dragged the board in their office and put it next to one of
the walls; the tape recorder and the tapes were placed on the table; the rest
was placed under the metal board. Jaro wanted to change into something more
comfortable and disappeared in their bedroom while Barbora started to read in
the diary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He came back
in shorts and with a big smile on his face: “They gave us another mattress! No
more gap to cause a sore back!” “Nice”,
Barbora answered, without taking her eyes from the diary. “This thing is going
to help us a lot, I think. I’m sure there are more diaries written by Jitka,
but this one starts almost at the time she came over to model for these
would-be-artists.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It seems
Radek Kovac proposed twice to her. Was not very happy when she turned it down.
She is saying that she feels a bit sorry for the boy, Radek obviously is
searching for a new mother for his child, but she would never be able to be a
sort of parent for him. They get along really well, he is quite smart for his age
and is a sort of friend for her, one you can have a laugh with. Maybe we should
invite the artist for a little talk this afternoon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jarek was
already on the phone and made him come over in a few hours; the man was not in,
but buying supplies for his guests . Barbora wrote the time on the board and
took hold of the diary again. Jarek went behind her chair and tried to read
along. The handwriting of Jitka was too small for that and it made him feel a
bit useless. He leaned a bit over Barbora and opened a few buttons of her
blouse. She pretended not to notice and went on reading. His right hand
disappeared in her blouse and he started playing with a nipple through her bra.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The pretty
police officer sighed and turned a page. His hand came out of the blouse and
went down until the buttons of her jeans were found. Barbora shifted a bit on
her chair and made the unbuttoning a bit easier that way. His right hand
disappeared again and now she could not pretend to be indifferent anymore. She
moaned and got up from the chair. “These police sergeants get more and more
demanding…” She took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom: ”We have two
hours.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Radek Kovac</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By the time
Radek Kovac knocked on their door they were very prepared for him. It had been
a lovely time together, but now they were sharp and ready. After they had the
painter sit down and switched on the tape-recorder Barbora immediately made
clear that they wanted all the information he could give. “You did not tell us
exactly what your connection to Jitka was. This doesn’t make a great impression
on us, mister Kovac!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Radek Kovac
answered that he didn’t think this would be important towards the
investigation. He apologised and declared he wanted to tell them everything
they wanted. Jaro and Barbora nodded and asked him to start telling everything
from the beginning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So he
started with the death of his wife and how he not only lost the love of his
life but also his muse. He – the once so productive painter – could not find
any inspiration to make new work after the disaster. His income went downhill:
work that was in galleries was being sold and posters of his work, but this was
not enough to keep the house and the studio running. His agent had come with
the idea of seminars for amateurs and the extra income he made of it, was
enough to continue having a decent lifestyle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Because of
the lesser income his son Petr could not stay the nights in the boarding
school. Lucky for them it was possible to continue following the lessons and
eating and sleeping at home. He had come to an agreement with the school for
Petr to sleep at school when he had to attend exhibitions or lectures. They
desperately needed the money.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of the
times the father would pick up his son around three after school hours, but in
the summer- close to the summer holidays – he would be taken along by other
parents picking their child up from school. Petr now officially had just one
week to go before summer holidays started, but his father had decided to keep
him home. The school was okay with this. He was really in a miserable state
because of the death of Jitka, who had meant so much to him. The holiday would
be good for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jitka also
meant quite a lot to Radek himself. Because of her posing for him he was able
to paint new work. And he admitted that he was smitten by her: she was so
adorable. The fact that she could get along with Petr so well, made it clear
for the painter that she would be the ideal wife for him. Last year he had
propsed to her, only to hear that she had a boyfriend. Jitka expected him to
propose to her soon in these days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
boyfriend left her to study in Paris at the Sorbonne and broke up the
relationship later that year, Radek had heard. So he had asked the lovely Jitka
again to marry him. She refused again, saying that he was old enough to be her
father and that she could not be a mother for Petr. The two of them played
games, did silly things. They were almost like brother and sister to each
other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So Radek
Kovac had done the only thing possible: he had asked her to stay on for the
cleaning and the modelling. She already did the modelling for the seminar the
last year and they agreed on continuing that too. The first one or two weeks
the students did Still Life and nature studies and after that Jitka posed
dressed in costumes or in the nude for the would-be artists. Things went very
well; everybody always loved the girl. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There had been a few minor incidents
with people who thought they could take advantage of her goodness, but it had
not been a problem for Radek to sort things out. Of course he had wanted more
from her. It could have been so great to have her as his lover, as his wife.
She, Petr and himself could have been a very happy family. But things did not
go like that. After that he fell silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro stopped
the tape-recorder, it was obvious that there was no more information coming
from Radek this time. They thanked him and asked him to send or bring Franz
Sparwasser to them for answering some questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Franz Sparwasser</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">While
waiting for the German man Barbora and Jaro talked about what they had heard
from Radek. It was quite obvious that the painter had been an admirer of Jitka
and that he loves his son. There was no motive at all for him to murder his
lovely model. It even sounded like he had hopes for a moment to arrive in which
the girl would have agreed to marry him. So the detectives decided that they
could take Radek Kovac’ name from their list of possible suspects.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There was a
knock at the door about half an hour later: Franz Sparwasser. He was quite a
big man, almost bald headed. He had taken the trouble to get himself in a suit
and it was very clear that this was not a normal thing for him. The suit had
probably been bought in slimmer days: he must have had trouble to squeeze
himself in it. This made him quite uncomfortable; he was sweating like
anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The German
told Jaro and Barbora that he had been summoned by them to appear and that
Radek had been so good to bring him here. He told them too that he was very
shocked to be seeing a police investigation with himself involved. In
Heidelberg he was a very respected man, being an unscrupulous accountant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He was about
to boast a bit more about himself, but Jaro stopped him. “Are you also
unscrupulous with women, Herr Sparwasser?” The man nodded, but the police
sergeant went on: “Didn’t you have an unpleasant encounter with Jitka?” He
shook his head: it all had been a misunderstanding. Sparwasser just wanted to
make a little joke, but the model had taken it seriously. Barbora stepped in and
asked him about the times when he had invited the girl to his bedroom while she
was posing. He had sneaked up behind her and had whispered indecent things.
“Just some jokes, sir…” He sweated even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He had been
warned by Radek about this and got his “final” warning a few days before the
death of Jitka. He had sneaked up behind her again and had grabbed her breasts
while shouting: “Guess who this is!” A bit like what people do with covering
somebody’s eyes and asking this. Jitka had been furious and the other students
had been shocked by this behaviour. The painter told him that he could go back
to Heidelberg whenever something happened again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I did
nothing like that again. Pff… Jokes are not welcome here. These Czechs are very
stiff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
looked annoyed and almost shouted: “What did you mean with “‘I’ll get you for
this!”’ Was that another of your world
famous jokes?” He wiped some sweat from
his forehead and sighed: “I was just upset.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They sat in
silence for a moment; Barbora and Jaro looking at the man, who wiped his head
again. “I would never hurt anybody. I can’t even kill a fly. I knew I was
wrong, thought things were more relaxed having a nude model around. I even
apologized to Jitka, but of course you would not know about this. But it is really
true. Can’t I do anything right in this country?” It seemed he was feeling
sorry for himself, had tears in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora had
enough of him and sent him away. He started moaning about how to get back to
the studio. Jaro was visibly irritated: “What about walking Herr Sparwasser?
It’s a lovely day and it’s a nice walk. The police is for policing and not for
being as a taxi company for Herr Sparwasser. Good day to you!” He got up and
shoved the man out of the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What a
horrible man!” Barbora shouted, knowing full well that he could hear this. Together
they looked out of the window to see him leave the building. When they saw him
walking out Jaro shook his head. “A horrible man, but not a guilty one. I don’t
think he could have killed her in a million years. He would have sweated
himself to death.” Barbora laughed and announced that she would read a bit in
the diary. Jaro wanted to read the statements again and look at the pictures of
the murder scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Chris and Nicole Verstraaten</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro had not
seen much of the pictures of the victim before and he studied them closely. He
told Barbora how amazing it was that the deadly wound was exactly at the same
spot as the red heart was painted on her chest. He knew that with fencing there
is such a target on the protective suit, but this was rather different. Maybe
they should ask Radek more some questions about this. Was is just for arty
reasons put upon her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It must have
been a weird thing to paint. A naked girl wearing a fencing mask and a painted
heart on one of her breasts. It made you wonder how artful these sessions must
have been. He had read about Jitka posing dressed as well, but this was
different to anything he had heard of before.
Was it a pose one of the students had requested?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He pointed
this out to Barbora and she thought it would be best if he just phoned Radek
Kovac and asked about it. And having him on the phone, he should ask Chris and
Nicole Verstraaten to come to their headquarters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The painter
told Jaro that this pose was something he had done on his own with his late
wife some twenty years ago. The painting that came of it was now hanging
somewhere in New York; it was bought by a hotel owner. Because of lack of
inspiration he had used the same idea for his students. Jitka was meant to pose
like this in the afternoon, but was killed, so nothing was made of it by the
students.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He would
bring Chris and Nicole within an hour, he promised. That was fine for the
police officers, it gave them time to prepare themselves for this Belgian
couple. They were about the same age as the fat German, only a few years
younger. Chris being 45 and Nicole 47.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When the
Verstraatens walked in, Jaro almost said something. The couple was slim and
looked a lot younger than their age. They probably spent a lot of time in the
gym and the tanning studio or had very sportive holidays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He was
wearing white linen trousers and a
colourful polo shirt; she had a white matching skirt to his trousers, almost
like an old fashioned tennis skirt. Her top was less colourful and too many of
the top buttons were undone. Jaro decided to say something after all: “Now we
have noticed that you do your sunbathing at least topless, you can button up
again.” Nicole seemed to blush and covered up a bit. Barbora grinned at Jaro,
but did not say a word. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She first
addressed the man, asked why they participated in the seminar, how they got
along with the painting and what they thought about their fellow students. The
couple told them that they expected more of it. They knew there would be
painting from nude models, but thought the atmosphere would be much more
relaxed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Their
lifestyle could be described as being swingers, they tried to enjoy life to the
fullest and had hoped they would meet more hedonistic people over here. Instead
people had been shocked when they had suggested an exchange of partners or
threesomes. The other couples had been angry when asked and Jitka had made a
scene which had caused Mister Kovac to warn them. Thet were to be sent off if
any more incidents would occur. Only the fact that they had paid for these
weeks stopped them from going back to Belgium.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro asked
if they had tried Franz Sparwasser. He would have joined them. Nicole pulled a
face; she obviously was disgusted just with the idea. “I would rather ask your
colleague, mister Holoubek. No, I would not ask you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wow, how
nice!”, reacted a cynical Barbora. “I must warn you, if you are insulting us or
address us in an inappropriate manner you might get fined. We tape everything
you say, so we have plenty of proof already.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“We are
sorry”, Chris said, ”I’m sure my wife just wanted to give an example. It was
not an invitation or a suggestion.” His wife nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You seem to
get very nasty when things are not going your way, I hear,” Barbora went on.
“You threatened Jitka not long before the day she died. You said that you would
get her in the end. That sounds quite ominous to me.” Chris shook his head:
“This was not a threat, more something of a hope that we would get her in our
bed after all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You should
be ashamed of yourselves. You are old enough to be her parents. It’s
disgusting.” Jaro shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“We thought
she was much older, just heard her age after she died. We would never hurt
anybody, or force them into things they don’t want. We don’t want that happen
to us either.” Nicole looked at them in an apologizing manner. “We love to make
love in every possible way and try to avoid anything that might be unpleasant.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora had
heard enough and send the couple back to Radek’s place. Looking out of the
window they could see them walking away, hand in hand. They stopped for a kiss
and then went on again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Suspects?”
Barbora asked. Jaro shook his head. “I totally agree”, she reacted. The commissioner called and asked if they were
making progress, maybe needed more assistance. Barbora assured him they were
fine as it was and that progress was a bit slow, but they were sure to get
results within a few days. Jaro laughed after the phone call: “Are you sure
about that?” Shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bob and Jane Campbell</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The rest of
the day was filled with more reading in the diary and a good meal in a
restaurant in a neighbouring village. They bought a few bottles of wine in the
local shop next to the restaurant and had a lovely and loving evening in their
private headquarters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next
morning after breakfast Jaro phoned Radek Kovac, asked him about Bob and Jane
Campbell. According to Radek the woman was very talented and the man just bossy
without any feeling for art, but the couple did not give any trouble. Jaro told
the painter that the couple was invited for a talk anyway, he was going to pick
them up. They should be ready in half an hour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When Jaro
picked them up he made them sit on the backseats and did not make any
conversation with them. They were quite unrestful: he was trying to hold her
hand, but silently she withdrew it and placed it on her lap. They did not speak
a word to each other, instead both looked out of the windows. Jaro almost
regretted that the ride was so short: often it was good to get the people steam
up a bit. That made them more vulnerable and easier to interrogate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jane was
invited to talk first. Bob was already walking along towards the room, but was
stopped by Jaro. “We talk with you separately.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“We don’t
have secrets for each other, Mister Holoubek”, the man said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m sure
your wife is very able to talk for herself, Mister Campbell”, Jaro snapped. She
nodded and went in the room, Bob Campbell was sent downstairs to wait over
there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora made
Jane Campbell more at ease and got her talking and hardly had to stop her for
asking questions. She told the detectives that Bob was a bit controlling. This
was his second marriage; his first wife divorced him and married to a former
neighbour. The seminar was meant to give Jane some great weeks and she was enjoying
the painting lessons and good advice from Radek Kovac.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her husband
was hovering over her all the time, he saw dangers coming from all directions. If
Radek was giving her instructions and was standing close to her, he would pop
up next to them to listen in. A talk with Chris and Nicole Verstraaten on one
of the first days had given him quite a scare. The Belgian couple had told him
that they would like a threesome with her and asked if he would mind that. If
he insisted he could be there to watch, that would give an extra thrill. He had
become quite angry and threatened to complain to Radek about this. The
Verstraatens did not try anything again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After this
he became even more protecting, but it really was suffocating Jane. Sometimes
she would stay a bit longer after painting sessions, just wanted to work a bit
longer because she was in a flow. He always insisted to stay with her and
silently watch her paint. Last week she had enough of this and shouted him
away. He had gone to the main house with an angry look on his face and Jane had
been in tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jitka had
seen the whole thing and the two of them had a talk. That night Bob would get a
lesson, Jane was going to sleep above the studio, Jitka offered her half of her
bed. Maybe that would make it clear that Jane didn’t want to be glued to him
all the time. She phoned him on his mobile and told him she was going to sleep
above the studio to get a bit of painting done before breakfast. He started
shouting, but she just turned the phone off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Later he
showed up shouting in front of the studio which was already locked by Jitka for
the night. The girl send him away with the threat of complaining to Radek about
his behaviour. After that he went away. The next morning he was all sweetness
towards Jane. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“He was, I’m
sure, but he has warned Jitka that he would get her for this,” Barbora said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jane nodded,
added that he later apologized towards Jitka. He was not a violent man, just
very insecure. They had some talks the last weeks and he made promises to
change, give her more space. She loved him just as much as he loved her, would
never leave him. Now, after three years of marriage, he seemed to be more
certain about Jane staying with him. He was a good man, maybe still needed to
grow up a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
decided to let the couple go after this, did not want to spend more time
listening to them. When Jane left the room, they looked outside. Bob was
waiting for her outside, was walking up and down in the back of the B&B,
like a caged lion. When she came out, he embraced her like he had not seen her
in a decade. He put an arm around her and they walked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Is the man
a suspect?” Barbora asked. They both shook their head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Andras and Nusi Horvat<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They had
lunch at the same restaurant they had enjoyed their dinner the other night.
While having the last sips of coffee, Barbora phoned Radek and asked if he
could get Andras and Nusi Horvat ready to be picked up within an hour. He
promised to do such.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When they
got to the house of Radek Kovac the Hungarian couple were waiting in front of
the porch, sitting on a bench in the sunshine. They told Barbora and Jaro that
we would be very happy to help them any way they could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the
headquarters it became quite clear they were no help at all. The young couple
were having a sort of honeymoon while being at the seminar. They normally would
do sporty things during their holidays, but after three years of living
together they married and decided something else would be more appropriate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They loved
the sessions and told the police officers that they planned to do their own
painting of each other. Painting each other in the nude would be more pleasant
than having an artist make them pose for him or her. And it would be possible to do it in a manner
they would love on their bedroom wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They thought
Jitka was a lovely girl, a bit about their own age and they got along really
well. Because the young couple was living near Lake Baloton they also lived
near the place where the yearly Sziget Festival takes place. They had invited
Jitka to come over during that time and go to the festival together. The girl
had happily accepted and the three of them already looked forward to that time.
It always had the best and the newest pop music. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For the rest
they didn’t notice a lot, were in their bedroom a lot when there were no
sessions or meals. Or they would have a walk in the lovely area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
heard enough and knew enough. She phoned Radek Kovac to tell him that they
would like to see Roel and Margriet Verhoeff.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Roel and Margriet Verhoeff<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Dutch
couple made it very clear to the detectives that they felt very annoyed to have
to talk to the police. “We did nothing wrong and yet we are treated like
criminals!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro made it
clear that they were just hear for a talk and that there was an investigation
going on. But the couple stood by what they said, they had nothing to do with
it at all. They were both quite tall and slim and the woman had been in the sun
quite a lot, considering her tanned and wrinkly skin. She must have been smoking
a lot of cigarettes. She had a smoky, raspy voice that really got to your
nerves. He was letting her talk, kept himself to nodding approvingly. Margriet
got very upset hearing she could not smoke during the talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They had a
lot to moan about: the food was not what they expected, they hardly learned
anything from Radek who had only eyes for what Jane Campbell painted. They had
been part of an exhibition in Bergen aan Zee in the Netherlands, they said
proudly. “Sunday painters from Bergen”
and it had been a success. They had hoped to get to yet a higher level through
this seminar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They
disliked most of their fellow students: Bob Campbell had weird eyes, Franz
Sparwasser was a dirty man. He would ask you to pull his finger and then fart
very loud or he would just lift one leg and did the same. The Hungarians were
always touching each other and kissing. Why didn’t they do this in their room?
And the Belgians were creeps with their constant talking about sex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The murdered
girl was nice, but they could hardly understand her. That was the problem with
all the people in the seminar. You would expect the English to speak proper
English, but what they were talking was not what you learned at school in the
Netherlands. And Radek had been disappointing all along with that strange boy
of him. He would walk away from the dinner table just like that and the father
would not say anything about it. The boy could use a strict father or mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This went on
and on added with that they didn’t know about anything, didn’t hear anything
and didn’t see anything. Barbora soon had enough of the couple and sent them
away. Of course they were very angry realising they had to walk back to the
Kovac’ house. It was a “bloody scandal”! They would complain to the Dutch
consul about this treatment. Downstairs they walked away looking back a few
times, showing their anger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Phew!
Finally they are gone. What a horrible couple. Makes you wonder if all these
Dutch are like this!”, Jaro exclaimed. Barbora agreed, but already was thinking
ahead. “Horrible, but certainly not our killers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“All and all
we’re not getting any further like this!”, Jaro sounded quite irritated. “I
have the feeling the solution of this case is staring us in the eyes.” Barbora nodded pensive: “I think we have to
step back a bit and look at everything again tomorrow. A fresh pair of eyes
will do us both good. I will go and visit Eliska tonight to set my mind on
different things. Have some girl talks the two of us.” She laughed a bit, but
Jaro couldn’t get the irritation out of his mood. He told her he would take
every statement they had home and read everything out loud where nobody would
interrupt him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
looked at him with a bit of hurt in her eyes; it certainly wasn’t her stopping
him in his thoughts for sure. He noticed it immediately and apologised, never
meant it that way. But he really wished to be with his own thoughts tonight, he
even was going to turn his phone off. He closed the lid of his laptop with a
bang, went up to the lovely police officer, kissed her and asked her to say
hello to Eliska.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After Jaro
left their office Barbora picked up her phone and rang Eliska. She was going to
be alone tonight; as far as the police woman knew, Ole was in Sweden. Yet it
was him who picked up the phone. It startled Barbora and for a moment she
couldn’t answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then the
words came out of her mouth like she was a different person, even speaking in a
different tone: “Master, this is Thru. I didn’t know you were at home. I do
hope you are okay.” Ole answered in his own calm way that he had come home a
few days sooner because things had gone better than expected. “Is there
something that you need, Thru?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora felt
herself shrinking a bit while she asked: “Would it be convenient for you Master
if I asked you for a session tonight?” Ole said it was alright with him and
ordered her to be at the studio at 9 PM sharp. She thanked him and rushed home
to prepare herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">An Uncomfortable Session</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When Barbora
arrived at the house in the Johannes Husstreet she was dressed almost casually,
wearing a pair of jeans and a loose oversized red sweater without a bra. The
door was opened by Eliska who embraced her and kissed her on both cheeks. She
wore grey jogging trousers and a grey shirt with a very low V neck that showed
quite a lot of her breasts. “Were you really planning this?”, she asked. “Maybe I should have told you that Ole was
here, we could have gone out together.” Barbora shook her head: “I need to
focus on something. This might do the trick again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The women
went up to the studio where Ole was busy putting things on a chair. He was
humming a bit in himself, like he was quite pleased about something. Somehow it
gave Barbora a shivering feeling when she saw it was not only a set of ropes
that was selected for the session. Ole asked her to undress and he took her
clothes and put them on another chair, a few steps away from them. He came back
to her and asked her to look at him while she was still figuring out what was
on the chair in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Thru, it is
time for you to take a next step. I want us to go a bit further than just
binding you. A true bondage model can endure a lot of discomfort. We haven’t
even started to give you that. So this session will be a whole new start for
us, but be sure it will not be a pleasant one. Do you consent in this?” Thru couldn’t
help trembling and couldn’t answer immediately. She noticed that Eliska was
looking studying at her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally she could get the words out: “Yes, I agree,
Master. You do what is needed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ole asked
her to lay on two chairs and started binding her with the familiar white and
red ropes. First her ankles were attached to her upper legs; her arms were tied
at her back, crossed so the left arm was bound to the right leg and the right
arm to the left leg. This way he forced her to be the most exposed as possible.
He made a cruel bra with the ropes, that
felt like one that was three sizes too small. He attached enough ropes so that
he could lift her in the air. The Master looked at her swinging a bit in the
air and adjusted it, so she looked face down in a slight angle. He ordered
Eliska to put the gagging ball in Thru’s mouth. Eliska was slightly bending
over putting the ball in and the lovely police woman could not keep her eyes of
the lovely breasts that came in display because of that. After that she
attached the device behind her, pulling it tighter than her friend ever had
sensed before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He walked
around her and nodded approvingly. Now he asked Elsika to hand him the metal
thing from the chair that was straight with two little hooks. The hooks were
placed in her nostrils and metal thing attached to a rope that he attached to
her hair that he packed in a rough kind of ponytail. On the chair was one thing
left: a metal hook that made her think of slaughterhouses. He was humming again when she saw him putting
some oil on the hook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He placed
the hook in her vagina; never in her life she had got something as cold placed
in her and at first she could feel closing for the thing. The cruel hands of
the Master pushed it through her resistance. On her back he was making some
knot again and soon she understood what he did. She was now forced to look up.
If she didn’t, the awful cold hook would get even more inside of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She really
felt awful, yet very sexy too, if only Jaro was here. She would have loved to
get him inside of her instead of that horrible hook. Thru must have made a sort
of sound, because of that Eliska came sitting under her face. “I’m sure you
want Jaro here. I already tried to phone him, but he is not answering calls or
messages.” Ole was now standing beside
Eliska and it was very obvious that he was in a state of excitement. He shook
his head: “No Thru, I will not replace your lover. This all will make you even
more aware of the state you are in. This is part of your training.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The pair
walked out of her sight, while she could hear Eliska offering the Master some
relief. He really needed it and they could go out of the room. Ole didn’t want
to hear about that, he said. They had to keep their eyes on Thru. The bounded
woman could hear the rustling of clothes and Ole was giving orders to the blond
Czech woman. “Now bend over the chair.” And later: “Use your other hand!” There
was a lot of moaning and Barbora could hear Eliska come with a shout. Ole
walked up behind her and she felt his cum shooting over her back. While she
felt some of her drooling getting cold on her face, she felt the Master’s
deposit cooling down too. And he had been right: she had never felt so
uncomfortable before in her life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She was kept
this way far too long, Barbora didn’t experience this as stimulating and the
case was very far from her mind. Finally Ole and Eliska came back to her and
untied her. Ole ordered Eliska to take Thru to the bathroom and wash her with a
flannel and cold water. “You will sleep with her in the red room afterwards.
And I do mean sleeping. As part of this session there will be no joy given to
Thru.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Decisions</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next
morning Barbora woke up, alone in the bed. Eliska had gone and she could hear
sounds coming from somewhere in the house. Somebody had put her clothes in the
room and a towel. She had a shower and went to the kitchen where she found
Eliska busy with preparations for a big breakfast. Ole was sitting at the table
reading a newspaper. He looked up at her; “We need to talk”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He explained
to her that the bondage sessions became a bit uneasy for him. At the first
sessions he merely respected her for what she was: a police officer. But in
order to work with her he had to change her into someone. Hence Thru was
invented. But now he became more and more fond of her and the bondage sessions
caused him to feel other things than he should have, as a professional. When
she was so available and open it was very hard for him to stay that
professional. In order to manage that he would have to make things a lot harder
for her, degrading her into an object so he could handle her like he wanted.
Just like he would treat a professional bondage model. He was giving
performances all over the world and sometimes in primitive situations. The
models had to endure very unpleasant times on these occasions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“If I
compare you with somebody like Kiko, I can make it more clear for you. Kiko was
a shining star in ropes; she was the subject of sessions, while poor Thru has been
made into an object. Kiko was really the master of the sessions, I always
sensed what she wanted me to do, even when she did not speak. In sessions with
Thru, she is a victim of my deeds. Indeed a willing and capable victim, but
it’s not what I am after. I am a Shibari master, I don’t want to change into an
S&M master.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora
nodded, she understood. “Can’t I have more simple sessions?” Ole looked at her
and shook his head, “Not with me. But I do agree with you having sessions with
Eliska. If needed I can give advice and occasionally assistance. Is that okay
with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora felt
very relieved, walked to the Master and embraced him. “Thank you, Ole.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A discovery in the morning</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When Barbora
came in the B&B she went straight to their office where she found Jaro
sitting on a chair and staring at the metal board. There was the list they made
of the people that had been near Jitka before she was killed. Through every
name a line was drawn, meaning they were all deleted as a suspect from their
list.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He looked up
at her and the way he did that, she could sense that he felt there was
something wrong with her. He got up and took her in his arms. “I missed you”, he spoke in a soft voice. She
held back the tears that came to her, she didn’t want to talk about the last
evening, instead she whispered: “I missed you too, Jaro. It looks like I can’t
be an evening without you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her phone
rang and she let him go and took it out of her handbag. It was the commissioner
who wanted to know about their progress. Barbora pulled a face and told him
that they were busy eliminating suspects from their list. She could not say how
much longer they needed for the investigation and refused assistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jaro was
sitting again, looking at her. “What do we have left to go on? Just the diary,
I think.” Barbora nodded. She suggested that they would go through the diary,
not just keep themselves to the pieces about people on the list. Maybe there
was a clue to be found somewhere in that little book. So Jaro made coffee and
she read, sometimes flicking through the pages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I wonder if
Radek Kovac would be happy with this…” she said and showed Jaro a page. He took
a sip of his coffee and read:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Petr came to my door in the night,
said he could not sleep. Would I allow him in my bed? I did, but he did not go
to sleep. Went under the covers with the torch he brought along. I asked him to
stop, put the thing away and let me sleep. He talked about lessons they got in
school about the body with the teacher using all these weird names, like names
for Italian cities. Vulva and vagina and such. I had to laugh, told him he
already knew more of female bodies than all his friends. He has seen me naked
so many times, in the studio and in our bedrooms, so it should be no mystery to
him what a body looks like. No need to go under the covers with a torch. If he
wants to see me naked, he just has to ask. But he should not tell anybody about
this. It is our secret. Maybe one day, when he gets older, I will show him what
you can do with the body parts with these names. But again: it is a secret. He
sighed and promised to keep everything a secret, just like I did with his
secrets. Soon he fell asleep, but it had been difficult for her to doze off.
This morning when I woke up, he was gone. He forgot to take his torch along.
Silly boy with his secrets.</span></i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Lucky
boy!”, Jaro laughed, “I never had a nice girl who showed her body to me when I
was young.” Barbora shook her head: “That’s not the most important thing you
have read. I think the secrets are. What are these secrets that they share?
With a bit of luck more about this is mentioned somewhere. We have to search
for these secrets in the diary. She finished her coffee and took the book from
Jaro’s hands to read on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After the
second coffee she handed the book again to Jaro, pointed at a part he should
read and said: “We have a phone call to make. And after that I want to make
love to you.” He grinned and read.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbora explains</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The phone
call turned out to be two, but after that Barbora put down the phone, she said:
“Come Jaro, I need you. I really, really do.” He was not hard to get convinced,
followed her immediately to the bedroom. It almost looked like a competition
who got undressed first. Jaro won and saw from the bed how she took off her
underwear and jumped next to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I want…”,
Barbora started. He looked worried: “Oh no, not me tying you up, I hope. I
never was a boyscout or a sailor, so I don’t know a thing about knots.” She
shook her head, her hands already busy with waking up his dormant dick. He
sighed and started to let his hands wandering over her body. This was made more
difficult when she bend over to take his growing member in her mouth. He only
had her lovely bum under his reach. He felt himself growing and she looked at
it approvingly. “I didn’t lose my touch yet”, she laughed and got on her hands
and knees, giving him a lovely view.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He didn’t
need further invitation and got behind her. “If you want you could use handcuffs
or your belt, just like in the night with Eliska”, she moaned while his fingers
searched for the way to enter her. He slapped a buttock: “Hush, my love. I know
what I want.” She felt his dick slowly getting in, guided it with one hand. Soon he found a rhythm, asked her to get her
bum higher and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing them down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her right
arm was still under her body and her fingers found her clit. He noticed her
fingers while they touched his plunging rod doing what they really wanted. He
could not help but moan, placed his left hand next to her shoulder while the
other went under her hair. The next moment she felt that hand around her neck
like a vise, pushing her face in the pillow. She could only turn her head
sideways to be able to breath. “Yes, pin me down. This is so good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He tried
very hard to wait for her to come before spurting into her shaking body. He let
her go and made himself fall next to her. He opened his arms for her and she
nestled against his chest. “So good…”, she repeated. He groaned something that
sounded like agreeing with her and just held her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When they
were breathing normally again, Barbora told Jaro about her last session with
Ole. That she was trough with Thru. Ole made it clear the whole thing was too
forced. She was just herself, had discovered she liked to be tied up a bit, but
certainly not a real bondage model. She pleaded Jaro not to let her down, she
wanted him to be part of that side of her life too. In the end he promised that
he would accompany her most of the times she would do sessions with Eliska.
Barbora kissed him: “You made my happiness complete. Let’s finish this case, so
we can go back to Prague. I want you in my own bed tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Case Solved</span></b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Radek Kovac
was waiting for them in front of the studio and let them in, repeating that he
didn’t understand why they wanted to talk to Petr. The boy already had such a
hard time after he lost his friend Jitka. It had become clear to him that the
two really had been very close friends. That probably had been the reason too
why he liked to sleep above the studio. Barbora told him to be patient,
everything would be clear pretty soon. They preferred having him stay during
the talk, to be there for the boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I will do
the talking, Mister Kovac. Please try not to intervene while I do this. I will
do my utmost not to hurt your son in any way. I will be as gentle as I can. My
Sergeant will just be there to take notes.” Radek Kovac nodded and let them in
the bedroom of the boy. Again they noticed all the posters of Spiderman, Batman
and Superman. The boy was playing a game on his phone while sitting on his bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Barbora took the one chair that was in the room, Radek brought a chair from
Jitka’s room for Jaro and placed himself on the bed near his son. Barbora
talked in a soft manner to the boy that even surprised her assistant. She started
talking about the posters, about the superheroes and the admiration Petr had
for them. She asked him if the actions of these men were possible in real life.
He answered that not all was real what you saw in the films. But some things
could be done, he even could do things himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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suggested that Petr was probably able to climb out of this building and out of
the estate without ever having to set his feet to the ground. He nodded and
admitted that he hardly ever came through the door. He confessed that he
sometimes went away while his father thought he was studying. There was only
one person who knew about this: Jitka. And she never told anybody. How could
Barbora know?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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started about the day that Jitka died. Now the father intervened: “He was at
school! You know that!” Barbora shook her head, she knew better. “The whole
afternoon there were no lessons to his group, they were sent home. How did you
get home that day, Petr?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He told the
whole story, tears in his eyes and almost crying. He had caught the bus, went
to the studio. First to his room and then he went downstairs, had a talk with
Jitka while playing with the weapons. There was a sort of little cap on the
top. He had disliked them and had asked Jitka whether they could be removed. She
had explained they were for safety when people really fenced with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He had taken
one off and noticed that the point was really sharp. So he had put it back and
they had talked on until Jitka had jumped up and had shouted “En Garde!” He had
declared himself d’Artagnan and Jitka had been Porthos. Together they shouted
“One for all and all for one” and started a funny fencing duel just the way she
was. The last days she was always naked when he saw her in the studio.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the end
he won their battle, but things were horribly wrong. The cap had gone off and
he had really stabbed her. It was all his fault for fiddling with the cap. He
could not stop crying now and his father was holding him in his arms. “But why
didn’t you come to me? Tell me what happened?” The boy reacted that he was
afraid that his father would be very mad. He should not have been here at all
and the father always told him not to touch things in the studio when he was
allowed to visit. And it was all his fault and he probably would be in prison
for life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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explained to Petr that it had been an accident. Yes, he was partly to be
blamed, but his punishment was already that he had witnessed this awful scene
of Jitka dying. The father was partly guilty too: he should have had these
weapons stored away. Normally you need a license to have these in your house.
Barbora was aware that they were props
from a theatre, but still you have to take utmost care nobody can reach them
when they are not meant for them. This is very serious negligence. She told
Radek Kovac this would be mentioned in the official report about the case and
that he would get an official warning. His guests could leave now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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left the boy was still crying. “Let’s get our things and go back home, Jaro!”,
Barbora said in the car. “It would be a pleasure Ma’am”, reacted Jaro. She
laughed and got her phone to do some calls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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