I mentally calculated when that visit had occurred and concluded that the little girls taken from the village at that time would all be about ten year... old by now. I did not recall from my interviews any of the little abducted girls having been named Mica, but of course the childrens captors could and most probably did change all of the young girls names in order to make their disappearances all that much more difficult to trace. How very interesting, I thought: Until this time I had believed. . the way I fucked that stupid little cunt. She'll become a wheeliegirl and now you said all those stupid fairy stories to her, she'll actually want it. How does that make you feel, Maria? With your dying breath you told the usual horrid lies."If Maria could have wept, she would have. The throbbing in her body was intense."You'll stay like this when we put you up to the sky for days. Slowly loosing blood, moisture... the birds will come and peck at you, that usually gets a few screams. I'll. What's all this?" She pointed to our notes and all the stuff scratched out."That's the baby's father." Brian offered happily."Very good!" Ms. Wagner practically crowed. "We have P3 here." She began filling in a second chart. "Dark hair, green eyes, dimples, sounds cute. Someone has good taste in men." She filled out the chart and then turned back to the computer. "Now, let's see if I did this right." She muttered to herself as she keyed in information from the board. "Ok, hit the light for me. It was a matter of trust; trust which I had broken.Most importantly, I was not supposed to see any one man frequently enough to form a relationship that could threaten to our twenty-year-plus marriage. This I had done with a vengeance too; Tony and I had fallen deeply in love. Indeed our relationship had become so deep that during a recent, highly-illicit overnight stay in a country house hotel, we had openly discussed how I should leave my husband, move in with Tony and perhaps even marry him.