The song was over and K asked me to bend over to her, where she planted a lipstick kiss upon my cheek. I could tell she thought of putting it on my li...s, but I was thankful for her modesty.“Let’s all take a break,” Annie suggested.Claire came up to me and said, “She has gotten under your skin, hasn’t she, Charles?” while wiping the mark of K off my cheek.“Yeah, Claire,” I admitted. “I remember back to when I first met her, outside of your house. She said to me, ‘Hello. My name is Kalista. It. She resented rich Americans, with their innate feelings of superiority. This resentment was based only on media impressions; she like most Russians had little knowledge of how Americans really lived. Her prejudiced outlook was combined with a dislike of macho males and a strong attraction to feminized boys, which had only come to surface after she had begun her employment here. Of course, her employers had detected this trait when they had had her psychoanalyzed when looking for potential. ‘You will remember in time,’ the whisper replied. I can’t describe things like pitch and timbre. It was all in my head. But it was human, and male. Very male. ‘Don’t… don’t make me forget again. Please. This hypnosis. Please.’ ‘No more forgetting. You are mine now, mine at last.’ ‘I don’t und-‘ ‘There is not much time. This with the blood will not last long.’ ‘Wait. You’re speaking Spanish? How do I understand-‘ ‘You will always understand me. I will always understand you. But there is not much. The slight click of steel on steel. He knew the box well, the lid was held in place by simple clips that could not be undone from the inside. Each, in itself, was easily bent and broken, but all twenty together could have held a much stronger man than Harold even if he had not been held by straps chains and locks. What he now heard was those clips being undone.One by one, slowly with a cadence of half a minute between each slight click and rattle.?Now, Harold, do not think that this is the end.