I tried to fight them but they were stronger than me and itwas useless since each of them had one of my arms in both of theirhands. I could hear Mrs....Franklin speaking to them."Be careful with her. She represents a great deal of work and we cannotafford to have her die on us," she said to the two men who did notrespond to her. They dragged me through the door they came through andbeing dragged down a darken hallway with very few lights. Much likeroom three when I was first taken in. Room. I picked her up by the waist and set her cute little rear end (yeah, I had noticed) on the counter. Then I grabbed the ankle of the cramping leg, put it on my shoulder, and pushed her knee down until her leg was straight. Did I mention I played rugby in college? Compared to some of the Samoan giants I did the same thing to back then she felt like a bird. Lots easier than those Samoans. Smelled better too. Anyway, the cramp released and I started massaging the big quad muscle in the back of her. I felt flattered way beyond the norm when she arrived at my door last spring. To remember someone and visit them is quite a gift to the recipient even if the separation has only been a few weeks, but thirty years? My God! Astounding! I decided to write her and convey my feelings in some small way. I didn’t want her to think the trip, to see me, had been just another visit. It certainly wasn’t. I started writing. It seemed as though the wastebasket suddenly filled all by itself. I made start. Immediately she revived 4 private messages . The one which caught her eye was from Dark stranger. " Hello Kimuk. Tell me? Your secret is safe with me" "Hello. Your user name is ironic. My fantasy is about a stranger" " So tell me? I'm just going to sit here quietly and enjoy your fantasy?" Kim took a deep breath and began to type. " I meet a stranger on line. A man. A man who I want to know nothing about. I don't want to know his name. Or his age. Or what he looks like. I don't want to know.