Returning to her earliest memories, he poked and pried at them, seeking any point where they connected to something earlier. There was no way he could...change her motivations unless he could reach the memories they were anchored to. All that he could do without that leverage was to overlay her compulsions with new commands, leaving her confused and unhappy, prey to the tension of conflicting desires. He scanned the instant when she awoke on the plane, unraveling each faint strand of thought that. The banging on the door continued so I went to the front door to look through the spy hole. There were two well dressed men in suits. I didn't know what to do and didn't look like these men were going to leave so I opened the door just enough to peer through not forgetting what I was wearing. As soon as i opened the door one of the men jammed his foot in the gap to stop me closing it. He slid a piece of paper through the gap which I took and read out 'court appointed bailiff - repossession. " I was almost in orgasmic bliss by then. I was beginning to worry. Five days into the two-week period I'd heard nothing.No phone-calls, emails...anything. Had something happened? Had he changed hismind? Decided I was not worth the effort after all. Then I heard the door. "Oh God, it was him. It had to be him.... Please be him. He found me in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the night. His face washard, yet even. It wasn't anger. I learned it was the look he always got atthese moments. "Every. Irene picked up another artifact -- a pale, wooden rod several inches long and twice as thick as a man’s thumb. “What’s this?”“That’s a lip plug. There’s a tribe in the rain forest in which the men wear nothing -- nothing at all, except for a little cone to cover the penis. They make a slit in their lower lips and this dangles from it. One of those men would feel as naked without his lip plug as you or I would feel without pants.”“Unbelievable.” She pointed to a certificate in a frame. “What’s.