We called Pop Friday evening and Saturday in the morning and evening. Sunday morning we talked but when we called twice Sunday night, there was no ans...er but it was too late to head home because it was already getting dark. We were up at first light and tried the phone again with the same results. Saddling the horses we set out as fast as we could. I figured with going straight it was only about a 12 to15-mile trip but it would be rougher for the first part of the trip down the mountain. We. “Ugh.. Caitlyn.. What time is.. Is..” Jamie’s mouth gaped open as he arched his back, yawning out deeply as he raised his arm to see, blinking into the darkness, just making out her silhouette in front of him. “The fuck..”“It’s a quarter past midnight..” she said softly and he could swear he could just make out the edge of a grin on her face.“So whaaat?” he whined musically, pulling the pillow over his face and smushing it to himself with his hands, confuse and tired.“Soooo…” she said in a. The winding drive we turned into was immaculately landscaped and led to a 3-story mansion. Ruth met us at the door, wearing a clingy red silk dress – very sexy yet classy. The foyer was marble, with beautiful art on every wall, sculptures and huge plantings. Ruth explained the oversized elevator led to the upper floors and allowed her hubby’s hospital bed access. As Ruth showed us thru her beautiful home, I couldn’t help admire her outfit. The high heels she wore made her calf muscles stand. One of them undid his trousers and exposed himself toher, accompanying the act with utterly disgusting descriptions of what he wantedto do to her in slurred gutter French. These didn't seem like the kind of prisoners that should be in a Gestapo prison.These seemed like common scum from a drunk tank. She wondered, was this justpart of their interrogation technique? To put her under pressure from the humiliationof being exposed to them? She lay down on her side on the thin mattress andpulled her.