" Well, she is at least safe." Yes." Inez sucked in a breath. "My husband, that is not all." No?" Dread filled the man's voice."I was foolish. I feare... for her. In the heat of the moment..." You presented yourself? You were taken?" Yes. My husband, I never meant to leave you! I was just so fearful! Terrible things were going on -- I feared for Isobel too much -- all I could think about at the time was protecting her!" Inez wailed."You are gone, too," Manuel husked in a dead voice.The AI cut. She could tell from the way he was acting that he wanted food, so she opened the drawer and got out one of the little tins of Salmon paste for him, carefully measuring out two tablespoons. Placing the tin in the fridge, she saw she had a partial loaf of bread, a small jar of mayonaise and some pickle relish. There was nothing else. It hit her how hungry she was, the slice of toast she had for her breakfast did not go very far. She looked again at the tin of Salmon paste, picked it up and. Well, umm… Her voice trailed off for a second. Obviously I wasnt totally honest about everything… She blushed again as she looked down at her boobs. That doesnt matter to me I said, and I saw her eyes brighten for a moment. What does matter is that I know you, and on top of that you are my teacher. Her eyes saddened again Yes I understand, I have no right to pursue one of my students. I apologize… Her voice trailed off again. Sorry? I asked, confused. I thought you would be mad at me. Of. What ever they were injecting me with , i was becoming addicted to it.by the forth day i was hooked and i turned my life over to the gang.i was forced to sign over my car . as i watch them spend the money on d**gs and booze, i was d**gged and in the side bedroom. he walked in.he was a black man, older , maybe mid fifties. i thought maybe this man would be my salvation and help me, ,,,, i was wrong. he started to get undressed, and i knew i was in trouble. he had a angry look about him, like he.