As far as she knew, Mike was at the hospital having his left hand operated on to replace shattered bones with steel rods. There was no way that he sho...ld have known those little details. Confused, she asked, “How do you know that?”Mike looked at her and carefully considered his words. Finally, he answered, “Because the man kneeling next to my wife in that fucking picture is me. The other woman there was President Archer’s wife. I was not in the hospital at the time of the attack.”“Oh,” Lisa. .I had the good sense to skin my tee over my head..I helped her do the same as her shorts hit the floor. Le'Lu took a small throw rug and my hand. We stepped carefully into the canopy of thick limbs that anchored the house. This was an old red oak-at least a hundred years old. It's strong limbs and branches had an endless array of possibilities for climbing and exploring. Le'Lu stepped here and there till she found the spot that suited her about twelve feet higher in the limbs.I followed like. I looked around. I couldnt find any clothes. I panicked. I had to keep my cool. I found my suite case, still unpacked and grabbed the first shirt I could find. I found my sleeping shorts and put them on and then raced to the door. I unlocked it and walked into the living room. The cold air hit me immediately. I had forgotten a bra. Why in the world did I forget my bra. I always wear a bra around people. Shit, and its cold. Its only a matter of time. Shit. You want some grits? He didnt say. Smyth would watch them be slowly butchered. Everything that was being done to them was described to Smyth. That way Smyth would understand what was in store for him.The slaver's customers eventually succumbed to the abuse. Smyth screamed in fear as his captors approached him. They worked on Smyth for two weeks before asking him the first question.Smyth sang like a canary. He told them everything he knew.When Smyth finally indicated that he knew no more, the abuse resumed. The interrogator.