"It taught me one thing, I never want to make my living as a cook. The hours are long, and can be fairly brutal. You cook until you're dead on your fe...t, then get up and do it all over again." I don't know," a girl said from down the table. "I like cooking. It gives me a chance to express myself." That's good for you," Robin said. "I bet you're doing fancy cooking. Mom didn't. It was meat and potatoes, seven days a week, with only a little variation. That got so boring. Nobody wanted. .. I'm Lee Stephenson. I'm a friend of Lew Coulson." Nice to meet you Lee. I'm Charlie Kennedy," she replied in a bright voice."Charlie? That's an unusual name. Short for ... Charlotte?" I guessed."I wish. It's short for Charline," she said with a look of disgust."Well, Uhhhmmm ... that's a very lovely name as well," I stammered.She laughed ... more of a guffaw in fact. "Don't drink much more of that wine, Lee. It's affecting your judgement," she said with a big smile."I'll be careful. So .... We grinned at each other and laughed, and Rebecca flushed a bright red as realisation came along with the hiss of urine into straw from the sound system of the laptop. 'Oh!' she gasped. 'That's so GROSS!' and we laughed all the more, asking her what else she expected Jason to do. 'It must be AWFUL down there! And he can't even wipe himself!' she wailed, and we grimaced and changed the subject. That evening, as I was scraping the contents of the swill bucket into the pipe, I recalled Rebecca's. At Lou's suggestion, she shook her head. Then stillness overtook her, that blasted pose she struck when listening to the voices. Damn, Lou cursed, one more hope dashed against the demented mind of his crazy young captor.Lucifer was adamant. "If you let him up, he's going to get you. He'll beat the living shit out of you." I don't like the two of you having him all bound up like that in the first place, but Lucifer's right," Mother agreed. "If you turn him loose now, he would most probably want.