She'sseen the pic Marcus sent her. I go to my bedroom, grab a black crossbody bag, and put my 'men's' wallet in it, and grabbing the papers Ijust prin...ed, I try to work up the nerve to leave my apartment in fulldaylight, as a woman.I thought about texting her, and asking if she'd mind if I changedoutfits, but I didn't know what her relationship with Marcus was. Wouldshe tell Marcus that I tried to disobey him by trying to change out ofthe outfit he wanted me to wear? No, I decide to just hope. Then they would switch tactics and another of the infidels would talk to her quietly, his voice soothing, encouraging her to think of herself, to end the pain she was enduring."You have done enough now," came the voice, "you have proven your devotion to your cause and to the prophet, beyond doubt. Your words cannot harm anyone any longer, come, give yourself some respite. Tell them what they want to know and then you can rest."The sweet voice had almost reached her, but from somewhere deep. I also noticed that I could see the outline of my panties but no way was I doing anything about that.Finally I was ready and the time was nearly 8:00 so I had to get going. I slipped on a coat and walked the two minutes to the hotel. Once in the bar I spotted the guys and sat down at their table.They ordered me a drink and asked for the menus and we started to chat. I seemed to be constantly refusing more wine during the meal but they kept saying it was on the company and I was not driving.I. I assure you that people in my position never let themselves become dangerously at risk by going off with strangers.“And ... just where are my security people?”That one I could handle. “They met my security people when you decided to open the gate and use my back yard as your escape route. Once they sorted everything out among themselves, my cook, Margaret, fed them and they were waiting for further developments when you decided to make me your afternoon conquest. I imagine they are somewhere.