“I don’t know! I can’t go to j-a-i-l,” she wailed, tears overflowing her panic-stricken eyes. I’m sorry. I really am. Please don’t make me...go to jail!” and she dissolved into sobs. “No time at all, that’s how long. Those ‘ladies’ would tear you apart. And some of those guards should be in prison themselves.” She cried harder as he contemplated her speculatively. “By God, maybe I’ll teach you a lesson myself. Maybe I will give you the spanking you deserve. You should be thanking me that it’s. But other hands force mine away, and pin them to the bed. I openmy eyes and peer through groggy, unfocussed eyes on a small group thathas gathered over me."I am the medico," The man nearest me speaks through a surgical mask. Hehas silvery, curly hair and eyebrows. He pulls down my bra. I notice atremor in his touch.I try again to push his hands away. "That hurts. Help Patty, the girlon the other bed." Other hands again arrest mine. I look over. It'sRoberto. "Patty doesn't need help from. An unknown number. Polish number.- Yes, this is Robert!- Hello, this is Natasha.- Wonderful to hear your voice!- Where are you?- Wait, have to check … This street i Grodzka and the one crossing here is … Poselska.- Good, I am very close. Could you stay there and I will be there in less than five minutes.- Sure! Looking forward to seeing you again.She made in in less than five minutes and I greeted her wih a big smile and open arms. She did not hesitate accepting the hug and greeted me with a. I couldn't wait to see the reactions of my friends.We sipped our drinks and talked and laughed quietly. It wasn't long before dinner arrived. Or at least it didn't seem like long. We were having such a wonderful time that the time seemed to fly by.Just like the first time we spent an evening here, the food was totally unrecognizable. I couldn't even tell if it was meat, fish or vegetable. It was beautiful to look at though, and very tasty.We ate and talked quietly. We did our best not to.