Jennifer was just starting to feel somesmall sense of hope when she noticed that Tammy had a pair of scissors in her hand. Shewatched as Tammy cut the...filter off of a cigarette. The Tammy took the cigarette a stuffedthe end into one of the tubes. Breathing became instantly harder. She tried to fight this newtwist, but her cling-wrap prison was unyielding.“Are you done struggling Bitch?” inquired Tammy. “Now lets get this lit so we can smoketogether.” With that Tammy took the free hose and. No way could that be him, could it? I was tempted to reply to the text but had been told never to respond to messages, simply obey them. I looked again and as I did the headlights flashed twice, shit, that really was the car and he wanted me to walk to him. I thought there and then of backing out, of simply driving home and putting the whole thing down to a perverted fantasy, but part of me was urging me on, pushing me to go that little bit further. Almost as if in a trance I opened my door and. Rahul: See the effect of COVID, ma’am. During a normal day, there would be at least 10-15 trucks lined up here.The owner’s wife, Dimpy, greeted Rahul and Gayatri. Dimpy was a good-looking brown-skinned plump woman. She was wearing a red and black colored saree.Dimpy: Finally, you made it. I was waiting for you, and you got company as well. Have a seat.Rahul: This is Dimpy, and that over there in the kitchen is my friend and her husband Rajesh. This is Gayatri ma’am.As they sat, Rajesh came out. Because of increasing costs associated with indemnity insurance and the dangers of having tourists in the operating mills, all mill operators had decided to stop providing tours. Thus this mini mill filled an educational and tourism gap.In the hour and a half that the tour took, they learned a lot about how sugar is produced. There were also many pieces of historic sugar industry equipment that were shown to them by their guide, who explained the history and development of sugar cane cutting.