He also concluded that he was tied to a very uncomfortable chair. He heard a woman’s voice talking, apparently into a cell phone. By the time he c...uld make out her words she had Captain Kirked it closed. His eyes focused as he looked about the room constructed of cinder blocks. A lone soft bulb hung from a wire in the ceiling. She walked up to him, the red dress replaced by jeans and a black turtleneck. She checked his pupils, they were still slightly dilated. “I apologize,” she said. . Yvonne pointed out that most of us had some sort of previous relationship with our sponsor, so we had a pretty good idea of what we were getting into. That was a good point. I knew from Jun-Hee's chemistry classes that she was strict, and expected obedience, but she was fair, and gave out praise as well as punishments. In chemistry there were obvious safety issues, so there were good reasons for her strictness. She wasn't doing it just for the sake of being strict. Looking at things that way. Pat is finishing her Ph.D. at Columbia University in Social Anthropologyand her subject is quite intriguing as I was going to find out verysoon.We started dating and we spent hours talking about anything imaginable.We were both 'citizens of the world' as Pat called us from the verybeginning with multi-ethnic and multi-cultural backgrounds.I had an Italian background from my father and an Irish ancestry from myNew York born and raised mother.Pat on the other hand was Mexican from both parents. “I don’t know, Kelsey. The guy’s got a CH that doesn’t help his cause any.” As I was standing there listening to Pete, I looked over towards the cruiser again. The man in the backseat looked up at that moment and stared directly at me, like I’d called his name. I didn’t recognize him, but by the way he stared at me, he acted like he knew me. A thought belatedly crept into my head. “Pete, who is that in the back?” I asked, still staring at the man. “Um, I’m not sure I’m supposed to tell you.