I wish I could say that I was doing something glamorous, or exciting, like a CIA operative or a military attaché, but I was just another pencil pushe....I had actually put in for this assignment, wanting to do my part to “save the world from the Red Menace,” but it didn’t take too long for disillusionment to set in. The South Vietnamese didn’t really like us and had no interest in American-style democracy. We were just another tool in their civil war with the North.I resigned myself to just doing. Flex my hands and fingers, this is getting very difficult. Another wriggle, another attempt, so close, so close, yes, no, yes, yes, only two to go.The next two proved much more difficult. But finally and feeling exhausted, I finally managed to get the last two catches in place.God, it was just so tight. Slowly, very slowly I sat up, wow, this felt insane. Slipping off my bed I carefully straightened up, walked step by step over to view myself in the mirror. Yeah, it looked amazing, but I was. The knock came again, insistent and louder, accompanied by an imperious voice: "John, I know your there, I need that report on the new proposals, if I don't get it I won't be the one to suffer!" John stiffened, and looked in panic at the full-length mirror in the small hotel room. Quickly he stripped off the corset, and threw it under the duvet on the bed, and hid the dress in the tiny wardrobe. Pulling on a pair of jeans he walked to the door. He knew it was Marie, his boss on the other side,. Her mind was thinking on one hand, that they never should have gone this far from the village, while on the other, the stories that one of the older girls had told. Of young native girls being taken from their village by tribal raiding parties for the sole purpose and sexual pleasure of the raiding men or to be sold as sexual slaves! This was something she had just started to imagine during her recent fantasy's not realizing it was about to happen for real. While being tied and naked on the.