She hears metal jangling and then feels a cold metal cuff being put on to her left wrist and then can only imagine him attaching it to the bed post. H... then does the same with the other hand. Then Sonia hears him walk away into the bathroom closing the door behind him. The cheek of it she thought to herself if he is trying to make her want him more then its working, all she wants to feel his lips, tongue and hands explore her body. After what feels like forever Sonia hears the bathroom door. European politicians threw in their hands and ran like a bad case of the diarrhea to get away from the media glare. They denied they knew anything and passed all kinds of laws banning participation in covert ops.If the agency still had a place in Europe it had to have been buried deep. Even Gitmo was Ass-hole deep in lawyers now that our liberally insane administration had decided that terrorist had more rights and special privileges than honest hard working Americans.I assumed that there were. She felt good, a light shift and a decent sleep had her back to normal.She dressed again in gym clothes but feeling just a little lazy, she retrieved one of her favourite books Battlefield Earth, by Ron L. Hubbard. It was an antique, and her grandfather had given it to her. She must have read it four or five times already.Her grandfather had told her the man did some shitty things later in his life. But the book was still a work of art, and Lee had to agree with him. Many artists did shitty. She looked down at his feet and saw the same terrible lacerations that had marred hers before now. He could scarcely stagger another yard, such was the extent of his exhaustion. He had clearly been beaten terribly very recently and looked much more than half dead."Tell me where you live, my friend, and I will make sure you get back home. First I will cleanse and dress your wounds and then you may mount this fine white steed."As soon as this had been done, she helped the naked boy up onto the.