"Oh crap," he thought. "Am I dead?"The male voice spoke again: "You are not dead, Terry Martin. At least notyet." This time Martin sensed the voice wa... coming from behind him, andturned, astonished to see an imposing male figure with long flowing whitehair and beard, clad in a loincloth."Who are you supposed to be?" Martin asked. "God?" No, Terry Martin, I am not the God of the Heavens...let's say I'm one ofhis agents. I am the Spirit of Justice." Justice? How about some justice for this. Neitherunder my real name. Fucking undercover cops got me both times." "I know you told me how you got started," I said toying with her nipple."Why did you stay in the business? I mean you could have got out anytimeyou wanted to, couldn't you?" "Sure I could have. I did get out a couple of times but I always wentback to it." She rolled over and put her hard nipple to my lips. "Isupposed a shrink could explain why, but the simple truth is I like thethrill of it. There is a certain excitement in. Nenu danni motham notlo pettu kolenu ani annanu. anthe kadu asalu ni pellam ni modda motham thana pukulo pettuko galada ani adiganu. koncham kastame kani pedathanu annadu. nenu matram adi na valla kadu nenu adi motham chika lenu annanu. athanu emi kadu le ani, velli koncham kobbari nune tecchi kocham ginne loki vesi, danini thana modda ki rayamannadu. nenu athanu cheppinattu rasanu. taravatha thana modda ni pattukuni notlo pettukuni chikatam modalu pettanu. ala chikuvundaga athanu na juttu. Though he kept her bound for her own protection, he thought, the sight of her bondage was eventually too much for him. He seemed to understand her feelings that her imprisonment was the reason for her silent protest. He hoped that if he released her, she would finally respond to him. ‘Is that better?’ he asked, removing the ropes that had held her wrists. ‘Yes it is, thank you,’ she said, her voice weak from disuse. ‘I was afraid you might try to get away. I know you can’t get off of the ship,.