. Earth,’ she said to herself as she started walking toward a nearby clearing in the vegetation. ‘And I have to do that with no means of transport...tion, and no radio.’She huffed to blow her dark green hair out of her face and said aloud in almost a wail, “Even if I can find a radio, I don’t know the proper frequency or verification codes. Space Fleet won’t believe me. With my green skin, I shouldn’t have much trouble convincing the locals that I am not from this planet, but even then, I don’t. She looked at her watch, ?It is 10.50pm and until midday tomorrow your thinking will not be feminine at all, you will think like Paul Parkins quite freely, I will not surpress your thoughts, that way you will feel so hopeless and humiliated as you pay Mr Smith the rent that you owe him?. The three of them laughed as they saw my futile struggles to free my wrists and booted legs. Suzi got onto the bed and sat astride my head ?So that Mr Smith can tell that you are a dirty filthy slut he?ll smell. The effect was to give him a near perfect total "team" score, far and away higher than any other team.As Ruth and Stephanie made their way out of the arena, Ruth felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She turned to see Gary Schneider, the reporter from True Sports Magazine."Can I talk to you for a moment, Ruth?"She turned to Stephanie and asked her to wait for her at the bottom of the stairs."What is it Gary?" Ruth, I've been doing this for a lot of years and I can smell a story here. Heck, you. You’ve been gone nearly two months but I’ve only just found out. I spent the last two months staying positive, keeping myself from losing confidence. I’ve been thinking of you as alive and still fighting. I ignored the ugly feelings that something was wrong. You weren’t responding to anything. I convinced myself you were spending your precious energy on those wonderful children, who matter more than me. I can only hope that is true, that your last days were spent surrounded by your children.