Sir Boris re-entered the office and sat back at his desk.“I have been assigned to go to Italy and train Greeks. Has my mission been cancelled?”“...ot at all, my dear fellow. Your task in Italy is the reason you have been posted to the Relocation Bureau on temporary attachment. In fact, rather than you being a relocatee you are actually a relocator.”He chuckled at my bemused expression. “Of course, you do not know what the Relocation Bureau does – have you ever heard mention of us?”“I vaguely. But, how could he torture her more? Her body was already tortured beyond anything she could ever have imagined. But she was sure, that he would find something new. The thought of that brought back the pains she though were subsiding.How long she sat alone in the darkness, she couldn’t tell, but eventually she heard footsteps coming down the cellar steps again, and tensed in her seat.Her blindfold was removed, and in front of her stood the man in the black cape and hood, what looked like leather. .. or, rather, suggesting that ... the ... parents ... of however many ... are interested in having a ... compound-wide open intimate relationship? That ... loving ... and sex would have no ... boundaries ... other than particular interpersonal ones?”“As Charlie said, we’d all prefer to have all of Las Amadas here without intimate relationships across the generation divide than having only our daughters here with the existing intimate relationships. Yes, we parents all very much love the sexual. She used to come on the terrace while I used to work out. We used to talk for a while about life and things. I came to know that this marriage was done against her will. She doesn’t love her husband, and she is not happy.We exchanged our numbers and we started talking day and night. I purposely used to visit her house some times just to flirt with her. As days passed it was hard for me to control feelings for her. She used to come every evening to my house to drink tea with my mom.But one day.