Icouldn’t think rationally, I just heard ringing and sawnothing.I could hardly breath because of the gag on my mouth. Isnorted through my nose a...d made muted calls for helpas I continued my mania. Finally I forced myself tocalm down realizing panic would be my worst enemy inthis situation. The ringing subsided and closing myeyes helped relieve the anxiety caused by theblindfold.The only thing I could remember was leaving work Fridayevening. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night and. The men were very outgoing and attentive to me, while Bushra sat quietly, and seemed to be subservient to the men.Even on the first day those men showed little restraint in approaching me. If they were at my desk answering a question or giving me directions of some kind, they stood close to me to look down my blouse, and periodically touched my back or shoulders to make a point. That would have been considered sexual harassment in the United States, but it's apparently accepted practice in. He descended on the local streets at about 5:30PM. They were still bustling with foot traffic as rush hour was slowly winding down. He always chose alleys and dark passages where even rush hour seemed less than rush hour. He walked, loitered, crawled around, seeking potential targets: unaccompanied young women. It was past six when he discovered his flavor of the day.A tall, blondish hottie, sporting a fancy designer bag and a fresh tan, was walking away form Hornstown Mall in an even, relaxed. As she opened the door she smiled-I couldn't tell if it was forced or not. She invited me in and took my coat. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt-no makeup or socks. I told her, "you're more beautiful in person." She smiled-not forced. "and you have a great smile." She asked what I usually do when meeting-what breaks the ice. I told her that I like to shower together-it lets us get comfortable with each others body and sometimes is a very playful activity. She said, "lets go then." We.