D... “What do you want?” I said. “US passport, New Zealand passport, US Birth certificate, New Zealand Naturalization, Boat captain’s license,...letter from President Clinton and a wallet full of family.”“What does the M really stand for?”“Me,” I said, “Surprise Me Flintkote.”He pushed the button on his phone, “Arrest them. Surprise Me Flintkote is standing in front of me ... Yes, I’m sure. Ask the woman what the M stands for. I’ll wait.” He switched to speaker.“She says Melody.”“The guy with her. ..tears were streaming down Her face but not out of crying but gagging and the sound it made....i simply looked at him and said STOP...i couldn't handle it....i just couldn't and i couldn't pretend to either...so i pointed to the bedroom and told him to finish...She just looked at me as He walked towards the bedroom my Mistress in tow being dragged by the hair...About 2 hours and many noises later HE comes out, smiles at me, and leaves...i go into the bedroom to see Her on it with a huge smile. I kissed her tenderly on the cheek, my lip still hurt. I put some more wood in the stove, grabbed a quilt and sat down in my chair. Watching her climb the ladder, that independent feeling of not needing anyone begin to slip away. I was up early and cleaned up and thought Sherry would have to clean up. I hung a sheet in front of the wash stand and laid out a washcloth and towel. I brought in a sirloin steak laid it on the stove to thrall out, and then I sliced it into 1/4 of inch thick strips. "Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation."You must be Laura, I'm here to pick you up." Why ... who sent you?" I can't tell you a name, my instructions are simply to drive you to your destination. Other than that, I am to give you no information, but at any time you wish leave, you just have to say so. I will drop you off anywhere you like." The woman wasn't about to trust a stranger in the middle of the city.But, life was getting a little boring, "Why not, a little.