. yeah well, I'd have thought that was obvious. And ... well, female brains don't work the same way as guy's brains do, do they?From a young age, Mel ...nd some of her girlfriends – mainly because they lived local, I'd thought -- had taken to tagging along behind my group of mates and myself. Even, volunteering to make up the numbers in more than the odd football and cricket team as time went on. Bugger, as I recall, for a while there, Mel was dab 'and with a cricket bat, and she could have. " It's just the park, Mom. I'm sure we'll be fine," Robin complained."I suppose you're probably right, but it still wouldn't hurt to have Tomalong, would it?" I guess not," Robin said with a sigh."Alright then. I've gotta run," Mom said as she looked over at the clock,"I'll see you girls later."A few moments later Mom was out the door. The moment she was gone, Robinhad me by the arm and was dragging me off toward my room."What are you doing!?" I asked in surprise."We're going to get you dressed. Cal had just described his Saturday trip to Mr. Tanaka’s suite in Manhattan and how his date with Roxie didn’t come off.“I asked myself that a number of times,” Cal explained. “At first, it was just going to be a quick trip to Syracuse. Then, when Kondo asked me to get into the plane I couldn’t help myself. It seemed like it was going to be vital to the Project. I didn’t want to go, but I felt that something big was just around the corner–so, I went for it.”George shook his head and then looked. Without saying a word the guard led Jennifer outside. The guard locked the door as the new slave girl stood patiently with her head down. After being led back down to where the torture chambers were the guard hooked Jennifer’s wrist shackles to some rings mounted on the wall. She was facing the wall. After the guard left the room Jennifer twisted a little and found that there was enough slack in the rings so that she could turn part way around and examine the room. The far side of the room held.