My ears were working, so it seemed. My eyes were processing the flashes. That gave me hope. I tried to puzzle out how I’d ended up here, wherever �...here’ was. I remembered a pleasant dinner and conversation, though none of the words would come to me. I was there with people I knew and people I didn’t. The dinner was important. I was meeting ... someone.Thoughts were difficult and elusive. I wished someone were there with me. I was alone here. I knew that much but not much else. I tried calling. “You wouldn’t!” “Not if you do what you’re told,” I said. “Now, lie back on the bed and let me tie you up. Oh, and for tonight, you are to call me ma’am, understood?” At first she looked scared, then, as I cuffed her wrists to the iron head board of her bed, lust showed behind those black rimmed glasses she wore. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. Her voice was already husky. “Mmmm, that’s better. Do you like the idea of a young boy being your master for the night?” She closed her eyes and began. "Good morning, Sergeant-Major," came the response. One could almost hear the smile in his voice. "What can I do for you?" I'd like you to do me a small favour and give some touchline support to Alison Murray over the weekend 14th to 16th September. She's playing hockey at Fettes College." Ooh, weekends are always difficult but as it's Alison I might just manage a wee break." I thought you might," chuckled Neil. Alison and Doug had done a number of jobs together and respected each others'. She wanted to feel his arms around her once more. She wantedto feel the touch of his lips against hers. She had to face the truth.She was a woman and she was in love with the first man that ever kissedher.As she stood there, time seemed to slip away. Before she knew what hadhappened, it was getting late. It was time for her to get to bed.Tomorrow would be the last day at sea and the last day of theconference. There would be a lot to do before they reached the ship'shome port.The next day,.