We met on a lateFriday afternoon, I was supposed to be away on business, the initialcontact was very shaky but Jean soon put me at ease, after a coupl... ofdrinks we decided to head for a hotel room close by where they werestaying. Now the nerves really kicked in, I was excited and scared,wondering what I was install for me or would I be safe.Steve soon put my fears to rest; there was a bottle of Bacardi andsome beers ready for us, we sat chatting with Jean in between us twoguys, a few minutes. After several seconds she heard the man climbing off Alex. Katie looked back towards her sister. Alex was trying to curl up in a ball. She looked round at Katie, her eyes red from crying.“Why are they doing this.” She asked Katie.“Cos we fucking can you little whore.” The leader of the three said.“My sister is no whore you bastard.” Katie snapped up at him. He just laughed at her.“She might not be now, but she soon will be.” He said to her. Then he was blocked from her view as the man. For months I'd been careful at home to delete cookiesand make sure I'd signed out of the computer. I took great pains to onlylook at the blog when Veronica was out or engrossed in something else andso far there hadn't even been a close shave. What I hadn't reckoned onthough was Veronica's secret management tools.I noticed something odd at lunchtime, when I sneaked onto the blog. Evehad posted the night before, a short entry about the play she'd been tosee with a friend (I wondered if it was a. Anyhow, where were we... Oh yes, me explaining a few things aboutperceptions of identity..."Like, take that gull for example. What is it like being a gull? Thegull has no way of knowing the answer, and neither do you. You'd have tobecome a gull having first been human..." ... and I still wouldn't know anything, because gulls don't know." How, not being a gull, can you..." Oh, shush!" But you are right, I suppose. You need comparable intelligence at bothends. Turning you into a gull wouldn't do.