" I take the profferedpen and respond, "I will follow you anywhere if you help me."He pulls the brace that had imprisoned me loose and opens the door....Iscramble to my feet as he hands me a jumper, which I pull over my head. Iam glad of the warmth and to cover up my cum-stained clothes. I whisperthanks in a hoarse voice."We'll fix you a spot of tea and a warm bath, and then you'll feel allthe better."I nodded. My throat was too sore to speak.He is a middle aged man, tall, and a bit stooped from. "I thought "down" and I descended back to the floor."Your time with this body is short. Let's go outside and see what you can really do." She opened my bedroom window, and I swooped through it head first, right into the branches of the oak tree in my family's front yard."I'm not off to a very good start," I muttered."When you are using your actual body, you won't make mistakes like that."I was dubious, but I didn't say anything."How is your eyesight?" she asked me."Incredible! Everything is as. I was a bit confused and tensed. She told me to sit in her drawing room and relaxed. As she had some work to do she told me watch TV and told me to sit there she will be back in 15 minutes. Those 15 minutes was the longest 15 minutes on my life. I cannot watch TV also. I was just going through some magazines. After 20 minutes she came. The routine conversation started and we chatted for around one hour. The topics from sports to politics and film to cartoons. After that I told her that I want. The day started early at 0500. I was awakened by the telephone - it was the CIA desk on the second floor in the basement. Iran had moved a step further. They were placing mines in the Strait of Hormuz right on the edge of the deep water channel.It was the next step in the play book. If they could not sell any oil, neither was anyone else - if they had their way. The sanctions had been tightened again and again. There had been another round of sanctions just six months ago. They had been under.