The entire night, I wouldlay there in constant sexual torture imagining that some beautifulwoman had put me in these tights, that she kept me from tak...ng themoff. I would dream of this buxom beauty that would slowly seduce hercontrol into my life and give me nothing but blissful torture instead.I wanted to be trapped in this little pink prison, free to roam about,even go to work with everyone completely oblivious of the pink tortureprison that I could not remove. My Mistress would know that I. It is not seen, But it is there. –Edna St. Vincent Millay He had picked up the envelope in his school mailbox plainly addressed to ‘Mr. Cosetti’. Inside, Frank had found an unfamiliar poem by an early twentieth century writer. There was no accompanying message, but he knew who had sent it to him. He leaned forward and placed both elbows on his desk. The math teacher perused the words carefully, trying to fathom their meaning. Did the sender feel guilty over an almost innocent kiss? Did she. Traffic was minimal, but some private cars and a few farm vehicles passed them, reassuring the children by their presence and by the fact that while they were still loaded with refugees and possessions, there appeared to be an orderly manner about their flight. Lauren looked nervously around her as they passed the first crossroads, watching for soldiers.Over the six days since the attack she had frequently revisited her ordeal, analysing it from every perspective to see what she could have done. Would not tell me why, although the guys down under were vociferous in their comments. It doesn't pay to act the high and mighty Pom in Oz, and that was exactly what Martin Clarke did. It was a week after I got back that I took off on the Friday straight from work and drove to Torquay.I had booked into the Travel Inn again for three nights. I wondered why I did that, but my conscience dictated my action. Afterwards I reasoned that anything else would seem that I was taking too much for granted..