When he awoke in the morning, he briefly thought of calling Ingrid, but decided against it. He had no new information that would change her mind. It w...s Saturday morning. If he didn't hear from Mike soon, he would assume he was away for the weekend. That meant no help until next week at the earliest.He forced himself to have a bagel and some orange juice. He would have to go shopping for fresh food sometime today, but not right now. He wandered around the apartment for a while, then decided to. "I've thought about it a lot, especially after I heard how Admiral Charteris treated Estelle when she was on the Gorgon." She wasn't even his concubine at the time of the Mercury Incident," said Karen as she shuddered at the memory."It seems like the whole of his staff just enjoyed inflicting pain on their women," agreed Sylvia."I suppose he picked his own staff and they'd all be the same sort of people," said Karen."I hope that's it," said Sylvia, "then the people I'll be with will all be like. Thus we were introduced to the Roamers, locals that havebeen seduced by the power and authority that the Opps, the oppressors, have bestowed upon them. They are mostly Blacks and Chicanos that police the area around their homes; and are the powers of high and low justice to the free people, or Freeps, that have managed to escape the nets thrown out to quell the resistance of the true Americans. I am a Freep, and a hunter that is constantly aware, he is also the hunted.A shadowy movement on the. ‘Sorry, what?’ I didn’t know how to take this.‘Your cock John, it looks very nice, shaved like mine too. I’m bisexual, so can appreciate a fine looking penis when I see one, which isn’t too often to be honest’.‘Oh, thanks Sid. Yours looks nice too, and I’m the same with regards being bisexual’. ‘Good’. He said.The conversation changed then to general chit chat, the news, the weather, how he would only have a garden for another 6 years or so, before the sea takes it. It was nice.The.