Any order that did not make enough sense given our situation were usually subject to "interpretation" ... and I could thank the AIs for backing up my ...nterpretation once I explained how reality had to trump the thinking—or lack thereof—of those above me on the food-chain.Orders may flow down-hill, just like shit does, but seldom, if ever, does reality flow the other way.I had already reached the conclusion that body counts were not a useful datum in reports, unlike the REMFs who keep asking for. "Dean!"The smile in his voice grates on her already fraying nerves. "Careful, sweetheart, you're turning me on."She thrashes in his tightening grip, grinding her teeth. Pounding her fists against his back, she growls, "I swear to God if you don't put me down..." You'll what?" he asks, shifting her slightly to open the car door. "Tell your mother? I'm not the one who should be afraid. Ellen'd be on my side for this one."Deposited in the passenger seat, she flinches when he slams the door behind. I was half-asleep, my mind not functioning clearly… until I realized it was Ashleigh. She was naked and walking toward me, her smile illuminated by the moonlight. I sat up, and she came and sat in my lap, her hands caressing my face. My arms encircled her waist, and I buried my face in her neck. I smelled her familiar scent, felt her warm skin against my own. She kissed the top of my head and I looked deep into her eyes. ‘Baby, I… ‘ ‘Shhh… ‘ she quieted me ‘There’s something I want to give you.. Rob said “Sorry Al, but it looks like your wife and her girlfriend are into some strange stuff.” Then he said, I took the liberty of setting up a small voice activated panoramic camera in there to film them, here’s the tape from when you were gone”. I got home and put the tape in my VCR (this is the 1990’s) and the tape began. The walls of the room were painted black and various bondage devices (whips, handcuffs, chains and ropes) hung on the wall. There was also a small couch and a large four.