I think you know who I am..." the inner voice said calmly.He heard someone climbing the creaking stairs from street level. Was ittrue? How was it poss...ble?"I know about the camera," the inner voice said. "How was it done?"George pushed himself up from the bed. She couldn't get in. She couldn'tget in.He walked quickly, desperately around the bed, back through the door andstood at the corner, looking at the flat entrance. He heard the climberstopping outside that door."Open the door," the girl. Back with your family, now won’t that be fine. Now open your mouth and I’ll give you a drink, you’ll feel better.’ He then felt water, refreshing on his parched tongue. He thought to himself, Blighty — England. That meant a serious wound, but he was alive. He would be envied by his mates. Some of the men at the front would wave a foot in the air above the trench when the sergeant wasn’t around to see, hoping to have toes shot off. This guaranteed a return to England even though everyone would. Yes you'll sometimes make mistakes, and sometimes Carol, I or you might be upset, but we'll forgive you, you'll learn and we'll move on. Okay?" Okay. What you're saying is right, as usual. Thank goodness we're starting slow." How do you mean?" Just starting with those fourteen girls at lunch to get the bugs ironed out, and later going on to more girls. Like the two hundred you joked about earlier. More realistically maybe another dozen or so."Julia laughed, which was not a good sign. She said,. He waited for them to leave. They pulled out hair-ties and pulled each others hair up into a pony-tail. They looked at him expectantly.Do they want me to shower in front of them?"Um, not wearing anything cough under this robe." He warned hoarsely.The girls exchanged a look. Giggled. They reached for him, untied his robe and pulled it from his shoulders."Go." Melissa directed, pointing at the shower.When he emerged, dripping all over the floor, they pulled him into position. He heard rustling.