When she arrived there, she found technicians setting up and testing their equipment. Looking around at the organized confusion, she spied Gary Wilson...trying to stay out of the way. She walked up to her speech writer, tapped him on the shoulder, and led him off to the small study off of the Oval Office where they reviewed the speech.At ten minutes before 9:00, an aide stuck her head into the study to notify the President that she was needed for a sound and lighting check. When that was. Not wanting to get a beating he kept quite, I was frighten & whispered to Peter to get off at the next stop, He rang the bell & tried to get up but Dave [ring leader] made it hard for him to get out & he had to push his leg out of the way, as I stood up & moved to get from the seat, Dave moved his leg to let me out but as I put one leg out into the walkway he pushed his leg between mine stopping me from moving. He leaned forward putting his head on my back & his hand up my skirt, I struggled,. . but I saw the two of you together at that restaurant last night!" "Oh, no, is *that* what this is all about?" I asked, shaking my head sadly. "Mrs. Simpson is a client, and that-is-all!! I know I gave you reason to distrust me in the past, but it's been more than two years... doesn't that count for anything?" This was the moment when things began to get strange. Annie had stopped crying. Now, she had a strange, sly smile on her face. With an odd lack of emotion she said, "I know you're lying. M. or so, and rose around 5 in the morning. This gave Ian a good six and a half hours of sleep. He woke up several times in the night however, feeling hungry, thirsty, and nauseas. He was feeling fairly lonely and afraid too, and this wasn't improving his situation. Most of all he wanted to be back at home in his nice warm bed, and to hell with this stupid journey. There were other challenges he could conquer in his lifetime. Why was he torturing himself, and possibly risking his life with.