.Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for itself. Somehow, I recogni...ed the voice of that woman...As you know, I am not the unique super being out there. Other super hero and super heroines, like M-Maiden, also fight the crime here. But that night, the muscular heroine seemed the victim.My golden greaves and bracelets vibrated hard as my will demanded them more speed to reach the origin of the scream. Fortunately,. She wore a beret that was tilted to the side of her slender head. She also wore a coal-colored scarf that caressed her neck as though it were a continuation of her naturally condescending airs. Charlie had nothing to lose by looking in her direction, as perhaps he would have to kill a man after all, even though he had sworn he wouldn’t, and perhaps this man was the same man who loved her, as surely she must have had someone to love her. Her face was indeed plain and ordinary, but it fit the. . .’ ******** Christmas 1917 in a suburban Paris hospital, two in the morning. The duty nurse, Barbara Jenkins, sat at her desk in the Empire officer’s ward, sewing on a small quilt. Her hands were small, like her frame, but they were quick and nimble. She liked the night duty for two reasons: one, it meant she had little to do with the military doctors, which she generally despised for their arrogant treatment of everyone, and two, she had time to work on her favorite hobby while on the job.. I looked up, scared to death!... They pulled me along on my knees like some sort of animal,...to several large steel rings in the floor. With my head submissively down, I am first tied to the rings by my wrists shoulders and neck. I try to fight and resist them, but my efforts are weak, as one of these big strong men easily holds me while the other binds first my wrists neck waist. "What"....I cry out .as I feel my body being stretched tight. I squirm around as best I can with my.