So to prove I'm as human as any Presidential Candidate, I did an immediate flip-flop and decided there might be something worthwhile here after all.I ...idn't want any record of my folly on my phone bill, so I quickly put on my best blouse and skirt, made a short stop at the bank, and searched until I found an isolated, old fashioned phone booth complete with door. With my purse filled with my life savings in quarters, I sat down and dialed. It was an old fashioned phone with a real dial that you. ”“The second was at a shop on the west side. They stayed there about thirty minutes, but the rest of the stops were short; ten minutes or less. The satellite photo of the shop is on its way to you. It’s not on the list of shops from the Labor department or the OSHA list so it may - just may - be a normal stop.”“Next on the list is the French connection. There were several messages from Tiam to a new contact in the French group. Twenty of the girls are coming in two weeks - ten to the Norfolk. Smoke actually rising from her skin now. Her breathing comes out in quick, rasping gasps.The Professor presses the release button. The metal bond holding the agonized girl to the ceiling now released, she falls to the floor in a heap, her hands and feet still bound.The Professor walks to her, she’s now weak as a kitten and defenseless. He kicks her as hard as he can, delivering the blow to her tummy. She groans pathetically. He kicks her again, laughing like an excited child. The weird. .." Are you going to be okay?" she asked me.I shook my head. "Not overnight, no." I told her honestly. "I assumeI'll have nightmares for a long time about the whole thing...especially from when I... when I... when I killed him."She picked me up then and cuddled me as I quietly cried. "Even in yourworld it would have been okay to cry about this," she told me andhugged me.I nodded.After a long while she asked, "So are you feeling tired right now?"I shrugged. "I... I don't know... not really?" Me.