I was about to have enough deaths on my conscience anyway.By the time I had the last of them secured, the leader was starting tocome around.She starte... saying how they had the law on their side, and I didn't haveany right to do what I was doing.I said, "The law is wrong. Just because I don't meet some stereotype ofmanliness, doesn't mean I'm not a man. I may not be good at sports, I mayexpress my feelings a little more easily, but that doesn't mean I want todress and act like some parody of. That was her second key to opening up his mind to her sorting out process of interrogation. She had perfected her technique in the dark horrors of dirty Iraqi prisons with contrived stories of offensive female behavior and humiliating treatment that ridiculed their religious beliefs. When she used it in combination with deprivation of one or more of their senses, it was a lever that opened them up like a clam ready to be digested.The overjoyed interrogator could feel him now right on her. I am new at allowing myself to be the submissive I am. I will do better.”He laughed and hugged me to him. He said into my ear, “Your intention complied. That you forgot the verbal compliance is incidental, I think. But, I think the boss would say for your complete acceptance of that side of you will require your diligence in complying with it all.” He smiled at me, “But, that’s him …”I watched him dress and he told me about the unisex bathroom at the front of the area that had a shower. I don't mind at all." I said."I didn't think you would mind. You are very respectful. It is very good you the man to allow the woman to do what she wants." she said.She took the drink out of my hand and placed it on the side table and moved a little closer to me. "You look hot. Take that sweater off." she said as she started to pull it off. "Now that's better. Why don't I get a fire going." "Let me do that for you." I said. I hopped up and went over to the fireplace. The wood was already.