He was coming down to his room to change out of his churchclothes, but he was left with a puzzled look on his face when Iquickly muttered "Hi" and hea...ed for the stairs."Jaz?" I heard my sister yell again as I was ascending."Who's Jaz?" my brother Ben asked from another room."Nobody," my sister said, entering the kitchen. Her excitementappeared to have died down when I didn't respond to her.I stood waiting at the top of the stairs as she entered. Turning fromwhere she had been talking to my. ‘Sorry, Sweetheart, you’re almost irresistible standing there in front of me all fresh and clean, but you need to eat. We’re going out.’ ‘But…but Steven….I don’t have anything to wear. I mean, nothing suitable.’ ‘Oh, yes, you do, pretty girl. Here you go.’ He opened the suitcase and she saw jeans and shirts inside. ‘Voila, as the French say.’ ‘Thank you so much! That’s wonderful. I’ll get dressed and….’ He stopped her by putting a hand up. ‘Wait, you need to eat something first, and then you. She awoke abruptly, feeling like she was falling. She looked around for a clue as to where she was but it was mostly dark and damp. She was hanging in the air, by a long thicker strip of leather under her breasts that connected with thinner rope-like lashings from her ankles and wrists, which were also tied together. She had a strip of dirty cloth in her mouth tied around the back of her head. Her muffled cries were answered with a wave of chuckling and snorting male voices. One of the. They, too, waved to make sure the driver spotted them and stopped.They too approached the rear of the bus,one plopping into a window seat two seats ahead of where I sat.The other stood beside where the woman sat and motioned with his hand to move over. I thought I noticed a slight protest but she did stand up and move over to the window seat, staring intently out the window as the young man sat down next to her;as if trying to avoid him I thought.I looked the new arrivals over as closely as I.