Then we got to the turnpike and I knew where I was again so I just counted the cars until the bus stopped and we got off. You know the rest. Your goon...squad grabbed us right there.’ ‘How many?’ ‘How many what?’ ‘Cars. You said you counted them. How many were there?’ It was the first hint that the interrogator had a sense of humour. ‘I lost count.’ The young man is sarcastic. The interrogator’s lighter tone as emboldened him. ‘So who started the game?’ ‘I’ve told you, I don’t remember who. She treats them like shit, they said. The best around, they said. A sadistic whore, they said. I munch on some peanuts and say nothing. My initial embarrassment overcome, I am left only with my own shyness. I try to look out through the blacked out windows but see only my own reflection - a hollow, haunted face, drawn out, looking older than my forty-three years, worn thin by a horrid divorce. Now like some middle-aged junkie, I am here looking for a fix of a fantasy drug that I have yet to. He drove out, and pulled into the street. 'No hurry', he thought, 'I'll just take this nice and easy'.He got out of Portland fairly soon, and turned onto an asphalt road with very little traffic. He looked at the speedometer; 55 MPH. The van sped down the road for about half an hour, then turned onto a gravel road. The doctor grinned, thinking how it would feel to his captive in back... Tonya was miserable, no doubt; the water shaking inside her was unbearable, yet she knew she had no control. “Hold still, I shall give you six.” Elaine white felt guilty and ashamed. She knew she deserved to be punished and part of her was grateful to have a friend like Mrs. Dupree to attend to her. She remained perfectly still through the six precisely executed strokes almost feeling a sense of anti-climax when it was over. Celia rubbed her friends back as her breathing returned to normal. “Don’t move; I am afraid your bottom is a bit of a mess.” Celia left and returned with some antiseptic.