He was being posted to Africa under my husbands command the very next day. She said she’d promised fidelity to her husband in the base chapel and ha... intended to keep her vows. They’d both been virgins on their wedding night. Though that first sexual experience using the thick skin condom was fumbled and awkward it had awakened her to carnal delights. Though she’d not had an orgasm with her husband on their only night together she didn’t blame him. She loved her husband to bits, he was handsome. All he really knew was that he couldn't afford to eat there. A very large man approached him immediately. Michaeldecided to speak first. ?I was asked to meet a Mr. D'Attillio here today at noon. Is he here?? The man's face remained impassive, but his eyes softenedas they examined Michael. Certainly the man had been expecting him, and Michaelthought he saw something in his eyes -- respect? It was strange. The man bowedimperceptibly and said: ?I will take you to him. Please follow me.? Michael. I was to stay out of it, just as the girls were. She said she would not help me help her, so there was no point in me fighting John by myself.This was terrible news, but at least she wasn't leaving me to face him alone. I was screwed, but I could not do nothing. What he got from me he'd have to fight for and take every time until I took my last breath. No way would I ever surrender and become his damn sex slave. She said she understood, but she had no fight left in her. Her hope was that by. That made me feel a little better, and in turn, it made me start tothink with a little more cunning.Firstly, the scenario I'd just imagined was only one of several thepolice would consider. Since I couldn't remember a single event thathad occurred in the few hours before I awoke, or even the whole of mylife, I wasn't in a strong position to argue in favour of mine.Indeed, there was, for me, an even better scenario. Still alive for afew seconds or minutes after being shot, the guy in the chair.