He had just enough scope to allow him to lie down in his sleeping bag. Max said during the day a chain hobble joining his ankles would be enough to en...ure he could work but couldn't run.Mirabelle had slept—between bouts of being used for rough sex—chained to April. The accountant seemed to take spiteful pleasure in the plight of the young woman. Perhaps it was just relief she was no longer at the bottom of the pecking order. At her master's command she held Mirabelle's legs in bizarre positions. " Odd behavior," I said as she stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles."I thought so. That first month was, well, not wonderful, but, hm, stimulating, a promise not kept." She closed her eyes."And he had a mistress?" Oh yes, in the city. He kept her very well I found out. She was a good bit older, and she had better clothes, more jewelry, and he spent much more time in her bed. And, of course, with other women including the one he died with"I heard the shot just before it struck the. The masked man unloaded his revolverinto him and his naked body crumbled to the floor.***"Were you able to put something together for me Ralph?" Montagueeagerly awaited a response. Ralph DeSilva was his top chemist andMontague was hopeful he'd get what he needed."Yes sir Mr. Montague. I think I came up with something that'll do whatyou described." DeSilva held up a small vial and smiled. "I call itJericho. It's a compound composed of Sodium Pentothal, Rohypnol, andSodium Amytal. Plus a few. I will make my report to your Commanding Officer, but there is a possibility that your war may be over, at least with regard to active duty; however, that is the most pessimistic prognosis. Your C.O. may yet decide to have you transferred to one of the services’ medical facilities, where I am sure they have treated many injuries such as yours.”I hadn’t even considered the possibility of never flying again; I had seen chaps with a lot more serious injuries than mine were who were back behind the.