He found some poetry too. Some of it he recognized as stuff she’d written in high school and when they were first married. They were all love poems....He read and reread all of them. He wondered, ‘How many times can a person include the name Gary in a single love poem. Some of the stuff was way out in left field; one was simply a long series of lines with just his name written and printed in different styles. There were other poems; sonnets she must have read and memorized when she was in school.. "Sure," he answered immediately.Once in my apartment, we gratefully shed our sodden wintercoats and sat together on the couch. He put his arm aroundme, and I snuggled against him. We sat in comfortablesilence for a while, relaxing into the moment. Then oureyes met, and he bent toward me. Our lips met tenderly.Without any conscious thought, I opened my mouth, and in amoment I felt our tongues meet. I pressed harder againsthim, and his arms tightened around me. I felt myself melt.We kissed for. The higher level of authorization opened Pandora’s Box for me to investigate. I limited my looking to the Kampala embassy. I went back two years looking at all the alerts, general e-mails, letters to the embassy and anything else I could find.The only other distraction was a call to Andy, “The components need to be shipped disassembled. I have Bob’s Construction coming tomorrow to build crates to the Air Force requirements. The specs are in your email.”I was taking a break when Joni and Paula. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the back of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase! There was plenty of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and drove off.My first thought was……next time I’m kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure to wear clean underwear. After three days on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn’t look as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What horrible experiences were.