I was looking forward to seeing Clair, I hadn’t seen her in a while and I wanted to show her how adult I looked. I had recently lost my baby fat and...started toning up for basketball season. I got to the house all right and spent some time talking to my dad’s cousin about school and sports and cars blah blah blah. I ask him about Clair and he tells me that she isn’t back from college yet and won’t be until a few days after I leave. I hide it but I was so pissed. I had been working out especially. The trading square out at the front of the gates was pleasantly bustling with traders but not too crowded. People seemed to form a path for me to pass through- I don’t believe people would want to get in the way of such an intimidating figure. I passed through the gates unchallenged aside from a few glances from the guards at my attire and extensive weaponry. The fort was a maze of outbuildings and barracks as far as the eye could see. Everything was built from some kind of creamy coloured. Five of them arrived to take Martha into custody charged, they said, with running a brothel and with forcing girls to work in it. She was, by this time, resigned to going to jail, perhaps for some years; at least she wasn't just being killed without warning, as the Director had been.Eventually the aircar stopped and she was hauled out of the cell and pulled at a run through some corridors to a bare small room with one door and a light high up in the ceiling. The policebot left, closing the door. It was just… Oh, I don’t know, kind of fascinating. The way I looked at him drove him crazy. He even rolled up his sleeves. They were whacks to remember, and definitely not delivered in a controlled manner… “I went back on a few occasions, just to check on his technique. That was what I told my mates. I wasn’t kidding, but for some reason they thought I was pretty tough. I just wanted to try it on my little sister. She’d broken my bike. Okay, so I was a little crazy in my teens…“Ah… .