Then he had stood and walked off into the night. I had found him easily enough. He was sitting slumped on some rocks at the river’s edge. ‘Are you...okay, Miles?’ ‘It’s me who should ask you that,’ he replied without looking up. I thought briefly at that point, about going back to Martin and sleep. I quickly dismissed the idea. I wasn’t likely to sleep. I sat down beside him. ‘I was in ‘Nam. I still have nightmares.’ With his head in his hands, he went on. ‘I can’t seem to shake them off. I guess. He sat down on the side of the bath and said to relax which I did and immediately his piss started to flow out of my hole onto the bottom of the bath. It still felt warm and pleasant. "Clean your arse up" he ordered, "I have more to do to you". He showered first and I followed him after using the enema bottle and showering too. I went back to the bedroom and he was sitting waiting for me with a smile on his face and a pair of latex gloves on the bed. "You are my Good Boy and with your soft. Joanne hadespecially loved the ancient stories of talking foxes, ants, owls, miceand lions.Ingrid shrugged, marginally satisfied, and suddenly all eyes were onme. I was wondering if I could get away with the story of Cinderellaand Princess Charmine when Joanne spoke. "Debbie is an excellent soccerplayer." At my raised eyebrow she explained: "While I was working thismorning, I heard about a friendly tournament between work units." What position?" Ingrid demanded."Center forward, usually, but. " So what's the big plan?" I asked."Oh it's very elegant. We go to Mexico, where he has his base of operations. Then you and I go in and get her," he said."I guess what his staff lacks in training, they make up for in numbers," I said."Probably a hundred hangers on. Some will be good some awful and everywhere in between. The all have on thing in common though. They will all be armed," he said."I would expect no less from a drug lord." I said. "So how do we get in and out of the country." The.