” I said as I followed her to the sectional couch that took up most of the living room. She took a seat, and reached over to the glass coffee table...where a glass of red wine sat. “Would you like some? The bottles on the counter.” She gestured over to the bar straddling the kitchen area by the front door. A deep red bottle sat 3/4 full, and next to it stood two empty glasses. Was she expecting company? Was I the company?I tried to casually say yes, but I think it was clear that this was to be. The hesitation obviously confused her captors.The female bent down so that her face was an inch away from Cindy’s, “I said we would torture your clit until you pass out if you scream for help. You don’t want that do you?” Cindy looked at her in the eye so she knew I wasn’t ignoring her and did her best to shrug in her confinement.“What do you mean?” frustration was clear in the lady’s voice.Tom laughed and said “would you like us to use the cattle prod on you?” Cindy gave an unsure nod. But. But people have to be in charge of their own actions. You made it perfectly clear to us all that you had no desire to become pregnant despite your body’s natural function telling you that you could if you wished too.”“I was the one who failed to comply with your wishes. I would like to remain your friend, but I think I need a bit more time to come to understand why I behaved as I did. I think I need to hit the road and put some distance between us.”“Perhaps in time, knowing that you don’t hate. Berryl returned to Settlement travelling again on "Hebrides' Trader".Bill Sorenson and she contacted the Herald's office and presented their problem. The Herald King-at-arms was sympathetic to their problem and was aware of the problems associated with keeping secrets in a bureaucracy which, of necessity, had to include capable people who also carried outsize egos — not all of them but enough to spread the ranks of the 'in the know' to the point that a secret wasn't. Despite his calm exterior,.