I pestered and provoked the Girls, hoping they would beat the crap out of me. I must have been a real jerk, but I couldn’t control my submissive longings. Karin would always rise to the occasion. She would grab my fingers and reduce them to carrots or pluck me like a chicken. One day She twisted my fingers and forced me all the way down to the ground. She put Her foot on my head and pushed down with force. “You better not move,” She threatened. The other Girls joined the fun and were now standing in a circle around me. One foot was enough to immobilise me, and all the strength drained from my body. In the following weeks something extraordinary happened, because Karin became some sort of heroine. Not just for the boys, but for the Girls as well. The Girls flocked around Her on the playground and they would do anything to be Her friend. That’s why I love the Victory Pose so much, because it brings back such good memories.