Jack and I were still prisoners, though westill didn't even know why. The only good thing was that they seemedhappy just to leave us locked up in that...room.After they brought in a couple bowls of cereal... without the milkfor our breakfast, Jack and I sat back, wondering what was going tohappen next. My fear was partly gone as there didn't seem to be anyimmediate threat other than boredom, though it was still there in thebackground."Think they're gonna give us another shot?" Jack asked me. ?Well???Sorry to interrupt, Master. Dinner is served.??Ah, good.? Malcolm slapped the arms of his chair with glee and sprang to his feet. ?Shall we, Bert??Walsh didn’t need to be told twice. Malcolm’s chefs creations were as much a feast for the eyes as for the tongue.?A couple of gin and tonics while we dine, Sarah.?? ‘s Sir.? Sarah beetled off to wherever it was the servants beetled off to as the men strode into the adjoining room.Awaiting them was one of the most splendid roasts Walsh had. There were five or six men with lighter hair standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I forgot his name but I had met once before in Thailand.Suddenly the man standing on the platform spoke into the microphone,"Greetings my Muslim brothers. I know there are many of you from many different nations, so I am speaking English because I believe you will understand me better speaking English. " I do not find men sexually attractive." Of course you wish to appear modest and chaste, Emma, we all do, butthat is behind you now. You are no longer free. I am no longer free. Itis all right to confess to me that you secretly find men of interest. Weare slave-girls now. Such a thing is expected of us. We no longer needto hide such feelings from one another." But I don't. It's not an act. I don't like them." I... don't understand. You must have had dreams... shameful dreams attimes... we all.