Small spots of blood were on my finger from the bite, and I could feel the raised lump. I adjusted my skirt and left the stall; I walked over to the m...rror and looked at my face. Luckily it was not too bad, just a lot of mascara smudges. I slowly crept out of the washroom.I did not see the guy whom I blew; I think he may have been on a different flight. On the plane I tried to relax, but my heart pounded in my ears. I nearly jumped when the fasten seat belts sign came on to say we were landing.. .. If we were as close to the Brute's home base as I thought, she could lead her friends back and follow the trail of debris that the ladies had left.It is night fall when we come to walls. It looks like a prison. All high walls and barbed wire. And very ugly. No wonder these guys are brutes. We are hustled into a badly built building of the old guard house, untied, and told to wait.I in turn examine the building we are in. It has a small front room and an even smaller room in the back. To my. "Your first burqa!"So now I was driving my car with a crimson burqa over my head. This wasnot what I had wanted or planned. I felt like a fool. I could tellmyself at least I was not wearing false lashes or makeup but it did notmatter as everyone would just assume, looking me in my Burqa, that I wasa woman anyway.I was surprised I could actually see out through it. There was a sort ofgauze over my eyes and it took a while for me to get used to movingaround with this head covering over my head. ''Yer shouldn't be out ere, all alone like this, at night, luv. There'sa lot of strange people about.Looking at Derek and Ronald, in their black leather, chains and wildhair, I wondered what they considered was strange. I was brought out ofmy musings by Derek.'Got a spare lid wiv yer, Ronald?''Yus, Derek. We'll give you a lift home, ducks.'I looked at the big throbbing machines and the quaked slightly.'No, that's OK, I can walk from here.''Don't worry, love. You'll be home before you know.