And now my new name is "TOY".

Getting captured.

Now before you read this. You h ave got to know that I do not remember hardly anything about my past life. Let me start with what my master George has told me and what bits and piece I got left over from my reoccurring dreams.
It was a Saturday evening in July. The weather was unusually warm for Berlin and I could not sleep. As if anyone sleeps in Berlin on Saturday anyways. I went out to the gay bars to see what was going on. Looking for a good time. Looking for sex. I had my jogging suit on with some money in my pocket zipped up. I like to call it “easy access clothes.”
I met a few nice men, but nothing worth getting involved with, you know only small talk. The problem is that usually when I start talking to the guys who I consider handsome or worth my while, I unfortunately find out how stupid they are, that is why I do not have such a wild sex life, even though I live in Berlin. You could say that I am picky or a just a plain old bitch. I do not care.
This was going on most of the night. Until I made eye contact with George. George did not say anything just nodded in the direction of the bathrooms and went in the back. I followed.