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Oh bei mir wissen viele das ich noch Windeln und Gummihosen trage. Ich wurde ja jeden Abend im Wohnzimmer, auch wenn wir Besuch hatten, von meiner Stiefmutter oder meiner älteren Stiefschwester gewindelt. Ich musste mich nackt ausziehen und hinlegen. Dann banden sie mir die Windel um und zogen mir eine Gummihose an. Hatte ich in der Nacht davor eingenässt wurde ich vor dem windeln und vor den Besuchern körperlich gezüchtigt. Ich musste eine Peitsche holen, sie der Mutti oder der Schwester geben und sie bitten mich für das einnässen zu verhauen. Dann änderte sich einiges. Ich durfte am Tage zu Hause nur eine Gummiwindel und eine Gummihose tragen. Jetzt sahen alle das ich Gummihosen trug. Aber das machte mir nichts aus. Denn Verwandte und Freunde sahen ja nicht nur das ich Gummihosen trug sondern sahen ja auch wenn ich ausgepeitscht wurde. -
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CHAPTER 8 BLACK COFFEE --- October had turned into November, and Aino's workdays revolved more and more around the secret project. There wasn't much time left until the board meeting, and Elisa's plan to bring down Juhani was progressing well. Aino did a great deal of work for Elisa, leaving her insufficient time for her own actual job duties. In the mornings, she answered emails, tried to produce the requested reports, and worked through her to-do list as systematically as she could. Yet at some point during the day, a new message would invariably appear in the instant messaging program. "Do you have a moment?" Or: "Could you come by?" Sometimes the message simply read: "I have an interesting observation." Aino noticed that she opened the messages immediately. She always got up right away, straightened her skirt, and headed toward Elisa's office. The room felt slightly different from the rest of the office every time. The blinds were almost always half-closed, and as autumn grew darker, the small lamp burning on the desk cast a soft light throughout the room. The houseplant on the windowsill seemed to be doing surprisingly well for the season. The air carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee, which masked the smells of printer paper, Elisa's perfume, and the office's indoor air. "I think I brewed too much again," Elisa said one Monday morning, lifting the coffee pot. "Have a cup." Aino hesitated for a moment. Coffee made her bladder more active than usual, and because of the pee accidents of recent weeks, Aino had started avoiding it. Still, she felt special and valued when Elisa brewed coffee in her room just for her. "Yes, please." Elisa poured the cup almost to the brim. "Whoops," she chuckled, glancing at the cup. "I guess I got a little carried away." Aino smiled politely and accepted the cup. Coffee tasted best black, and Elisa's brew was exceptionally aromatic. The first cup went down almost unnoticed amid work. Elisa spread new documents on the table and asked for Aino's opinion on details, which she analyzed with astonishing precision and speed. After a while, Elisa stood up again. "I think I'll have some more." She glanced at Aino. "You'll have some too, right?" Aino opened her mouth to decline, but Elisa had already lifted the pot. "There's no other way to get rid of it anyway." A second cup of steaming coffee appeared in front of Aino; it would have been impolite not to drink it. The conversation continued calmly. At some point, Aino felt the familiar pressure gradually creeping into her lower abdomen. She shifted uncomfortably, which Elisa noticed immediately. Her gaze lingered on Aino for just a fraction of a second, just long enough for the small movement to register. After that, she continued speaking as if nothing had happened. In fact, Elisa began speaking even more calmly. She paused to consider specific phrasings, flipped through papers unhurriedly, and returned once more to the investment decision they had already discussed. Occasionally she stopped to think out loud, as if she were still forming her thought. Aino unconsciously pressed her thighs together. Elisa noticed that too. She had to resist the urge to smile. Not because Aino was struggling, but because she was trying so stubbornly to hide it. "You found the root causes of the budget overruns really quickly," Elisa said, looking at her papers. "I don't know anyone else who would have found it that easily." Aino lifted her gaze for a moment. "It was pretty obvious." "Was it?" Elisa smiled. The conversation continued for a while longer, until Aino noticed herself glancing at the door for the first time. Then a second time. Elisa followed her gaze from the corner of her eye. She let a few more seconds pass and then calmly reached for a pen on the corner of the desk. Her arm, however, knocked over a metal pen holder, which fell with a loud clatter onto the table, pens scattering everywhere. Aino startled so violently that her entire body jerked. At the same time, her muscles relaxed in the wrong places, and Aino's diaper began to fill again. She knew she should have interrupted Elisa and gone to the bathroom, but this time too, she didn't make it in time. The warmth spread slowly beneath her bottom as her cheeks began to flush. Aino's gaze dropped to her lap, and she didn't dare lift it again. Elisa let the silence linger between them for a few more breaths. Then a warm, compassionate smile rose to her face. "Let's take a bathroom break." Elisa knew Aino had wet her diaper in front of her, but her voice was as calm as it had been moments before. Aino nodded without a word and left the room at almost a run. Elisa watched as her office door opened and closed; the click of the lock was followed by a faint echo. Next, her gaze fell on the coffee pot, at the bottom of which there was still a small splash of coffee. The corners of Elisa's mouth lifted just slightly. "Well, I brewed too much again," she said quietly to herself. ****** After changing her diaper, Aino returned to Elisa, but she sent her back to her own room quite quickly. As if the urgent matters had ended with Aino's pee accident. Badly behind schedule, Aino finally had the chance to do her own work, but concentrating on it felt almost insurmountable. The woman in the white collared shirt froze, staring at the dim light of her screen; hardly any typing or clicking came from her workstation. Mikko lifted his gaze from his own screen and watched Aino for a moment. He had been doing that more and more often in recent weeks. "Aino." Aino snapped out of it; she didn't know how long she had been staring blankly at the screen. "Yes?" "Do you have a moment?" "Of course." Mikko pushed his chair back slightly and turned toward Aino. His face didn't bear the cheerful grin with which he usually started conversations. His expression was more serious than usual, though his voice retained the same warm tone as always. "I've been thinking for a while whether I should talk about this or not. I figured it's better to ask too early than too late." Aino placed her hands in her lap and waited. "You've always been the kind of person from the start that I've practically never had to worry about your work. If a report or analysis was your responsibility, I could be completely sure it would be completed on time and even better than expected." Mikko smiled for a moment and then continued. "That's why this has felt a little strange." Aino felt her stomach tighten and her breathing become difficult. "In recent weeks, a few tasks have been left unfinished, a couple of deadlines have passed, and I've noticed I have to ask about certain things. They're not disasters, but it also doesn't sound like you." Aino looked at the edge of the table; her lower lip trembled. "I'm sorry." "No, don't apologize." Mikko shook his head calmly. "I didn't call you in for a talk so I could criticize you. I want to understand what's causing this." A heavy silence fell over the room. Laughter echoed from the corridor, and the coffee room door clicked shut. "Have you been given too much work?" Mikko finally asked. "Or is there something else going on?" Aino shook her head. "No." "And at home? Is everything all right there?" "Yes." Mikko weighed Aino's words. The answers were precise and polite but came so quickly that they didn't feel believable. "I'm asking because you don't seem like the same person you were just two or three weeks ago. You're often lost in thought, and sometimes it feels like you're not really in this room at all." Aino felt her heart pounding at an accelerating rhythm. She could have told him everything. That most of her workdays were spent on tasks Mikko knew nothing about. That every day began with one lie and ended with another. That she hated lying more than anything but had promised Elisa she would keep the project secret. Even the thought of breaking that promise felt impossible; she couldn't betray Elisa. She wouldn't dare, and perhaps she didn't even want to dare. "There's really nothing wrong," Aino finally said in as steady a voice as she could manage. "I've just been a little more absent-minded than usual." Mikko sighed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck; a melancholy smile rose to his face. "It's a little hard for me to believe that." Aino didn't answer. "I'm not going to pressure you any more," Mikko continued, "But I want you to know one thing. If you ever find yourself in a situation where you can't cope or something is weighing on your mind, you don't have to get through it alone. You can always come to me." Aino nodded slowly. "Thank you." Mikko waited for a moment longer, as if hoping Aino would add something. When nothing came, he turned back toward his computer. "And one more thing." Aino lifted her gaze. "I need the old Aino back." ________________________________________ The next workday felt crushingly difficult from the very morning. Aino held on until half past eleven, wolfed down a filled baguette at her own workstation, and tried once again to manage two roles at the same time. When lunch break finally came, Aino didn't go to the staff cafeteria with the others. Instead, she grabbed her backpack, left the office building, and headed for a familiar forest path that began just a few hundred meters from the office parking lot. The November air was crisp; damp pine needles smelled strong with every step. A couple of fly agarics pushed up through the undergrowth; one had had a piece bitten out of it by some unfortunate little creature. Aino walked farther than usual, until the path curved into the shelter of the rocks and was no longer visible from the main trail. The forest was peaceful. The wind moved the tops of the tallest pines so steadily that the sound resembled distant ocean surf. Aino sat down by a large boulder on the soft moss and carefully set her backpack on the ground. She slowly unzipped it, took out a small cloth bag, and placed its contents in front of her. The first thing that met her hand was a worn brown dog, its paint slightly faded on the tip of its nose over the years. Next to it, she placed a white hedgehog and a small fox whose one ear had bent slightly crooked already in childhood. Aino moved the figures with calm, almost imperceptible movements. She arranged them in a small circle on the moss, changed the animals' positions, and finally placed the hedgehog between the other two. No story emerged, and the animals had no names. The play couldn't deepen further in these circumstances, but simply handling the cute toys made Aino's elevated heart rate subside. Aino looked at the small trio of animals in front of her for a long time. She too would have wanted to find that Aino that Mikko spoke of. The harder she tried to keep everything in order, the more life seemed to be built around secrets. When she finally gathered the little Pets figures back into the cloth bag, the anxiety pressing on her chest hadn't completely disappeared. However, it had shrunk just enough that she believed she could make it through the afternoon. ***** The workday had again stretched longer than planned. Evening had already grown dim, and most of the office lights had gone out one by one. The corridor was almost completely silent, broken only by the steady hum of the air conditioning. Aino had finally gotten her own work to the point where she dared to shut down her computer. She was already about to leave the office when her gaze stopped at Elisa's office door, which was slightly ajar. Aino saw light spilling from Elisa's room. She hesitated for a moment, seriously considered going home, but ultimately decided to knock on the door. Elisa lifted her gaze from the screen as soon as she heard the knock. "Aino." Joyful surprise shone in her voice. "Haven't you left yet?" "No." "Come in." Aino sat down on the same chair as so many times before. The room felt familiar; Aino noticed her shoulders relaxing as soon as she saw Elisa's determined face. "Is everything all right?" Elisa asked. Aino thought about her answer for a moment. "I'm a little tired." "I understand." Elisa flipped through some papers on the desk for a moment and then handed part of them to Aino. "Could you go through these before tomorrow? The framework for bringing down Juhani is starting to come together." Aino took the papers. "Of course." Elisa smiled. "You never say no." "I suppose not." "That's not a reproach," Elisa chuckled quietly. "It's one of the reasons I enjoy working with you." Aino smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. She noticed herself thinking that if Elisa asked her to stay for another two hours, she would stay. Not because she was afraid to refuse, but because it felt easier and safer than anything else at the office. It felt natural to do what Elisa asked. The thought was so calming that Aino was startled by it herself. "Thank you," Aino said quietly. "For what?" "For... trusting me." Elisa looked at her longer than usual; for once, the charismatic woman seemed to have difficulty finding words. "Good night, Aino." "Good night." Aino left the room with the papers in her hands. In the corridor, a small smile rose to her lips and followed her all the way to the elevator. **** Elisa was left alone. "Fool," she muttered to herself. This was exactly what Aino was supposed to do. She was an exceptionally talented analyst, and the safer she felt, the better the plan would proceed. There was nothing else to it. Nothing personal. Elisa opened her email but closed it right away. "You only need her expertise," the woman whispered to herself inside her head. She repeated the thought in her mind once more. "There's nothing more to it than that." For some reason, the reassurance didn't feel as convincing as it had just a couple of days earlier. ________________________________________ Meanwhile, in a lower-floor conference room, Mikko and Juhani were putting the final touches on a stock exchange release. "Could I have a couple more minutes of your time?" Mikko asked carefully as Juhani was already pulling on his coat. "Of course. Go ahead, your boss is listening." A silence fell over the room, during which Mikko began turning his car keys in his hand. "Actually..." he finally began slowly. "One thing has been bothering me for a while." Juhani lifted his gaze. "What is it?" Mikko hesitated. He had decided several times not to bring it up. Today, however, he had happened to see something that made him change his mind. "It's about Aino."
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