The Leutasch Gorge
During the following week, we shifted our base from the Fuschlsee to the banks of a small stream in northern Tyrol, the Leutascher Ache. We would use our new site—a high-class bed-and-breakfast—as a springboard from which to explore the nearby towns of Mittenwald and Garmisch-Partenkirchen and all of the surrounding landscapes. Ava and Morgen had grown weary of the Fuschlsee after spending four nights with different male guests. None had been particularly entertaining, they claimed, and Ava remained thoroughly affronted that one of the men had tried to whip her with his tie. “I’m just not into the b**m scene. It’s so vulgar,” she declared during breakfast on our last morning there.
“It’s not b**m unless you consent first. But I’ve heard that rich men like to play at be
