Again, legscramped as she stood, bracing herself against the tilewalls. He reached around and removed the gag, thenhanded her a bottle of liquid soap ...nd a washcloth.“Clean yourself up. Master will be inspecting Hisproperty afterwards.” Luxuriating in the water, she turned her face to theshower head and opened her mouth. Gulping watergreedily, she let the rest of it flow across her body.Soon soap covered every inch possible, washing away thescent of sweat, shit and piss. He stood. Anyone with any information is asked to contact police or Crimestoppers.’ I just sat there and stared blankly at the screen, no longer concentrating of what was being said, the world could have come to an end for all I cared, because my world certainly looked to have met that fate. I was jolted back to reality by the talking head. ‘That’s all the news for now on this Friday the thirteenth of February.’ Friday, it can’t be Friday, or could it be. Could I have lost three days from my life? Or had. "Well, I'm delighted that you've lived in all those different cultures. It's not enough to have the language; you need to know where it lives, the air it breathes. Do you still travel? Are you OC very often?" Oh, yes. I've been OC quite a bit and not just at home. You see, I spent most college summers with the folks, and I get to wherever they are whenever I have spare time. I was in Beijing again just last fall. But now, they're in Morocco — outside the Tangiers-Ceuta Controlled Area. It's a. Or was it in my own eyes?“Hi, Marie. Not really, I just wasn’t able to come back until recently. But who is this fellow?”“His name is Paul Gregory. He is...”“I know, Marie. I know.”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of the garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She.