The capture, later tortures and rapes could easilyhave dampened a lesser spirit. She could succumb to their barbarous invasions,yet she wanted to be n... victim. Instincts taught her to seek revenge. Theattacks aroused more bitterness than hurt. She strode purposefully, each step maskingmore agony. The metal collar chafing her neck reminded her of one morehumiliation. She determined to confront the bearded man with a brave face. Last night?s many abuses lingeredin ways not quickly forgotten. By. If he moves, shoot him where he'll regret it the most."She took the shotgun, dropping the aim until it was on Bledsoe's crotch.The tense tableau eased a little as the brothers blackballed the ex-brother. The police arresting him was merely a formality.With Bledsoe gone, suddenly Fujiko handed the shotgun to someone, shaking.An arm caught her, and she walked numbly down the hall and into Murph'ysoffice. A glass was suddenly before her and she caught it desperately,pouring the shot down her. But that was apparently gone now, so she'd been sure to sit by him whenever she could. She didn't actually touch him directly, but there was a lot of leaning against, pressing into, and rubbing up to him. It was a bit disconcerting, but he'd never seen any indication it would progress beyond that, and neither Ellen nor anyone else had seemed concerned with it, so he'd simply chosen to ignore it. As long as she kept to the rules that Ellen had laid out he was happy.The girls' stress was already. She told me that her sister was staying there and she had come to spend the night as her husband was out of station. Let me describe this lady to you. She would be around 35, milky white complexion. Nice sharp eyes and curvy shaped body. Not too beautiful but better than average. She was wearing a salwar kameez which I realized was quite lose for her. Her figure was 34-32-36(I came to know this later). Anyways, I said good bye to her and went off. A few days later I met her and her sister in.