I stare at her and start to worry. I say quietly, “I will do anything please don’t fire me.” She replies, “I’m sorry Nathan but there isn’... anything I can do, I warned you of the consequence and you still are late.” I look at her and say, “I’m begging I will do anything, please don’t fire me” She looks at me and sits on the edge of her desk. “I guess there is something, and you were not as late today.” She responds to me. I say “What do you want me to do?” She replies, “I have been working so. Eric didn’t seem affected by the heat, acting as though he didn’t have a care in the world. He smiled, cocking his head.“I assume you’re from the CIA?”“You keep asking questions like that and I’ll knock you unconscious and tape your mouth shut. You don’t appear to understand the position you’re in.”“If you do, it’ll be harder transferring me. With an escape this well-planned, you don’t need the complications, especially since I’m not resisting. Besides, what are the chances I’d escape? A few. I missed him terribly and was very lonely and distraught. Nights were especially stressful, particularly during the bombings. Sometimes I would wake up at night and reach for Phillip, and he wasn't there, only cold sheets and an empty pillow. Occasionally, I would have sexual dreams about Phillip, making love with him inside me, something we did regularly and enjoyed very much. That was all missing now, and my cravings were going unsatisfied. When I could no longer stand it, I would jill. Tweed and I had some colas while our wives and Sophie had gotten some cut pineapple and orange Fanta from local vendors that they shared with the children.Lesia, Nit and Noy stared at everything in wonder and laughed and giggled as young children will, excited by everything. Phesila's daughter, Dang, was nine months younger than they were and not too interested in the station. After a little of the orange Fanta and pineapple, she went to sleep.Close to 1630, a very upset Station Master came.