The little window slid open and I heard a voice ask: "Who sent you?"I looked at the card again to make sure and then said with a shaking voice: "Emper...r Caligula."The window slid shut again and I could hear the door being opened. A hulking figure greeted me into the surprisingly well-lit hallway."First time?"I nodded. He waved to a door on the left."Leave your clothes with Lyssa, she'll keep them till you leave."I went into the small room and found said Lyssa, an old woman with short red hair,. Had he just left me here cuffed to a tree, my dress torn? There were wild animals in the woods. They didn’t often bother people, but it could happen, and I was helpless. And the trail, although secluded, sometimes got foot traffic from neighbors or visitors. Worse of all, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against the tree trunk, trying to get off, unable to do more than just keep myself on edge with thoughts of being discovered like this. Who knew who might come along and find me. Even if. And most women living in America got no problem with that. That’s what makes me distrust the whole lot of them. The mistreatment of innocent men doesn’t seem to bother the majority of women. In my heart of hearts, I secretly hoped that at least some women gave a damn about us men. Because as a man I’m slowly losing hope. If what Marybeth said was true, then she just might be one of those few decent women I hoped still existed in today’s America. I congratulated her on following her heart and. It was differentthan what I'd shared with Dad.After the show Mom said it was time for bed. I protested, but shepatted my thigh and shooed me upstairs. "Besides I have a surprise foryou."Reluctantly, I went upstairs followed by Mom. She had me stop at mydoor as she went inside her bedroom. She came back with a small garmentbox. "I stopped on the way home for a gift," Handing it to me, shecontinued, "Once you are changed bring my clothes back to the bedroom,and I'll show you something.