He tied a scarf around her eyes and then checked her bindings."I'm going to untie your feet so you can walk." hesaid. "You try anything and you'll be ...ery, very sorry."She was not about to try anything. Her hands were securelybound and she couldn't see a thing. He guided her along the uneven, grassyground, and then up some stairs, across a floor, and down some stairs: basementstairs from the smell of it.He got behind her and she felt him untying her hands. Hebuckled some sort of leather cuffs. Even the crude line-ups of the slavery era, where African women would be lined up naked on the docks and sold off to the highest bidder, had to have had far more humanity and dignity than this. As I found myself doing a lot over the last few hours, I could only shake my head in disgust."What?" My marine companion asked over the din of the cheering and chanting crowd.I glanced her way and then gestured with my head toward the spectacle. "Humanity at its finest," I jeered.She nodded in agreement.. She's a great girl, very smart, good looking, very straight. I guess she found a good guy. Missy is uh, twenty-three. How old is Matt?"How quickly the conversation changed. We were discussing us and her mother now we're talking about Missy and Matt. It was one of those things about being 19 I guess. "Twenty-six," I answered hoping she wouldn't remember.She gave me a quizzical look. "Twenty-six? That's the same age as your lover.' She paused, tilted her head. "Oh my god! You didn't – he. Anyway, he's unlike most boys his age, who have one-track minds focused on something else."I felt a bit embarrassed at this. "What's wrong with playing music? What's it that Mac Davis sings? 'Music is the universal language, and love is the key.' Right?"Sherry came to my rescue. "That's right, Oogie. Everybody loves you for your music. We're just having fun with you."Lynette furrowed her brow, and then got up from her chair and quickly left to the spare bedroom. She returned a few seconds later.