’ I wasn’t too surprised to hear that. ‘I would expect that most father’s would count their daughter as precious.’ Alicia replied instead of...Sheila. ‘They do, Jack. But my father is obsessive about it. I am thirty-five.’ Now that was a surprise. ‘I have a job, a good job, not in father’s business either, my own flat, and I am independent. But he will not let me go. He phones me every evening about nine, to see what sort of day I have had. If I’m out, he will continue to phone every hour to see. " referring to the plastic bags I had used yesterday, "over his casts and jump in the shower. If you hurry, you might just have time to ... well, whatever," Anna suggested, smiling. Then she turned to finish getting ready."Anna, Momma wants to know if we should strip the beds..." Jenny asked as she came to an abrupt stop in the open bathroom door. "What's... ?"She looked at Anna, brushing her hair, and Nicky wrapping my casts, but her eyes were immediately drawn to the dried blood on the. Well..." I suddenly had a huge urge to closely contemplate andnibble on my onion rings, as I thought furiously. What was I going to do?What was I getting into?I gave Sarah a subtle kick with my foot under the table. She stared at me."Could you excuse me a minute? I've got to go...ah...powder my nose" Isaid, and rose from my chair. Sarah got the hint and followed me to theladies' room.I told her the situation.She just laughed. "She shoots, she scores!" she crowed. "We knew thatonce the real. I felt myself being untied, but only so that I could be rolled around the floor to make sure I was absolutely covered in shit.The ropes had been left attached to my wrists and ankles, and I was lifted by them onto a clean plastic sheet, which was wrapped around me except for a small opening by my mouth so I could breathe. And then I was lifted and carried for a while, and dumped into the back of a van, which started to drive away.After about 20 minutes the vans doors opened and I saw that it.