Every one who guided me through the process. You all look so neat in your grey shirts and blue pants. Shoes so polished I could see my reflection in t...e toe. Office staff, too. You'll come, Mr. Adams?" Certainly, ten minutes? Carl? You'll have everyone involved there?"In the sureness of time, the pictures were taken.The four dock men with the crates of coins.The guards with their shiny billed hats, hands on gunboats, looking fierce.The office staff holding clipboards.Metallurgy in their lab. Just then I saw a light snap on in my house. Oh shit! Somebody's up! Was someone going to the bathroom? Was my mom or dad going to go out to the tent to check up on me? What would I tell them if they did? And what if they saw my clothes lying in a bundle in the tent with no sign of their daughter? Would they call the cops? Of course they'd call the cops!There was nothing I could do from here so I just watched nervously from afar. After a couple of minutes the light went out and I began to. The candidate must understand and accept her role as a "slave" and all that her indenture will entail, with the understanding that it is only in the area of the sexual relationship that this dominance by her master will be in effect. The wife may at any time freely communicate her real life wishes to her husband and may never be forced to do something which is against her "real" will.The candidate must love her husband and must in addition to the master/slave qualifications meet the normal. "I don' wan' t'live a lie. I'll ta'e rresponsibili'y forr me own actions." Say what you choose privately, Angus," she told him briskly. "But I won't have it as part of the log. You saved us. You, and no-one else. And that's what I want the world to know later."There was universal agreement."Captain, you know I haven't always been your biggest fan," Igwanda spoke up. "But I'll fight you over this one if I have to. Dammit, man, you got us back against all odds. Want a wrestling match?"MacPherson.