"What happens if a slave escapes?" Then they are caught and punished," replied her father, "Don't worry, it is impossible for them to get out of the c...untry. It is over a hundred miles of desert to the nearest land border, with no real roads. If they get into the desert, and the heat and thirst do not kill the escaped slave, then the nomads find them and they treat their women much as we do." What if a newspaper infiltrated and found out what is going on. The outcry in the West would be. I wondered whom they were talking about. At this point, I was sure that my eavesdropping was over and the two were at the curb talking to someone. I was about to turn the unit off when I heard a voice that was all too familiar."You guys are too much. You can't be serious about me doing you here. Where are Patty and the k**s Ray?"The voice was that of my wife Ellen. My ears perked up."She's at the salon and won't be home for at least two hours and the k**s are over at their aunts. I have. “He’s gotta make an official announcement for the TV cameras. It’s big news round here as I guess you ladies already know. But some of the other guys will fill you in. Wait here. I’ll see who I can find.”It was Inspector Matthew Papadopoulos who escorted us into a quiet office that was reserved for just this kind of discussion to describe what had been found and what had been determined from the evidence. It was evident that he’d had to do something like this many times before. Even though it. My past, well,it?s real, but at a distance in a way that I nevercould have imagined back then. I mean, a thirteenyear old can imagine being twenty-one, but actuallybeing twenty-one is so much different than thoseimaginings. Do you know what I mean? I don?t think Icould have ever told the person I used to be aboutwho I am now. I just didn?t have the frame ofreference.Oh, all this is getting just too heavy. Why don?t Ijust answer your questions? --What?s the best change?Hips. Having a great ass.