"I strap the cuffs on me, as bidden."Now, stretch your ankles between those rings, and your wrists between those..."Sveta kneels down to fix my ankles...and tiptoes to fix my wrists with snap shackles. I stand, stretched and spread and vulnerable. I remember another night, a world away when I was Jenny, when I had been promised my freedom by a girl called Connie...Sveta has disappeared and I am left alone on the deck, under the summer moon, to gaze out on the silver ripples across the. Some rough modesty keeps their underwear around their loins. One wears blaxk briefs, cut high on his legs, with a thick waistband; the other wears a pair surprisingly white and clean after the journey. Still too hot. They are drinking from the bottle, back and forth, to keep cool. One sits in the room's only chair, the other on the floor at the base of the bed. The one in the chair, bored, curious, begins opening desk drawers. He is thinking "too hot, too hot--what else can come off--take. Come.”Richard followed the youth for a few minutes and came to a clearing where there were several fires, six or eight humpies, and two dozen aborigines of various ages and both genders. Amos stepped forward.“I bid you welcome, Holli-man.”“I greet you, Amos. I have brought sugar and tobacco.”Amos gestured to one of the women who stepped forward an took the two sacks from Richard.“We have yabbies and fruit. Will you share with us?”“I will be honored to share with you.”Amos laughed. “There! We. Someone, or quite possibly multiple someones, had ransacked the place. There were bags of chips, cans and various other bits of junk food strewn on the floor. He could see a jumble of plastic cups on the floor in front of the slushy machine on the counter against the far wall. When he reached the last aisle, the right side of which was a line of cooler doors, he moved down it. With the room cleared, he tested the door leading into the narrow room from which the cooler racks were stocked. The.