I lke woods. I met Chrissie in a wood.It was maybe six months ago. I remember I had driven up extra early in case the traffic was bad, but there was n... problem. So here I was in Nottinghamshire with an hour to kill, and there on the map was a green bit labelled "Sherwood Forest". It had to be worth a look.The car park was almost empty. Not surprising, at 10.00 am on a Friday morning. Too late for the early dog walkers, and too early for the mums and kids. As I got out of the car I saw the signs. Look for a parcel inFebruary.signed,A Friend.Bryan's mind raced. Who was this person? How did they know him? How washe supposed to prepare, and how would it take three months? He wasbaffled by the note. At the same time, however, he was intrigued. Heknew that whoever had sent this note had sent him the mask. If he couldfind out who that person was, he would have the key to the mystery.His first port of call that day was the local sorting office. Like mostbureaucracies, they were less than. "I stood my ground, though. "You said we'd talk tomorrow. Well, it'stomorrow, now, and I want to talk about this little girl. Mitch... whatpossible reason can you have for not taking her in?"He cut into his omelette. "May I enjoy this wonderful breakfast beforewe talk?" He stuffed a piece in his mouth."You go ahead and enjoy your breakfast, dear," I said, as sweetly as Icould. "I'll just talk, then."Mitch used a rolling motion with his right hand to indicate that Ishould carry on."Ok, all that. It had been filled with warm water and he helped me get in to clean up…or at least that is what I thought! I splashed the water all over me and saw everyone starring at my erect nipples. Master came and grabbed my hair, pushing me under the water completely and holding me down. Breath deprivation was not something we had done before, but Master knew I loved water and couldn't get enough when he choked me. I always had wanted to and now, here I was, underwater, struggling to breathe, giving.