"Prague, Czech Republic, 2013"You can talk," I state, hearing the shaking in my own voice. "Youwere acting dumb, but all this time you could talk."I'm...so freaked out with suddenly hearing the bitch speak my mind hasgone into some kind of shutdown. Nothing is making sense - especiallynot how they've done this, or why they'd want to.I'd swear on my life that I walked into this room alone with a womanin her late thirties, but the one busily trying to turn round and lookat me from her spread-legged. She writhed and groaned and her quivering buttocks clenched and wriggled so obscenely that men started clapping. After this, there was a kind of interval and the women were allowed to stand. The only exception was Diana, who was bent over with her palms on a chair as Amar dropped his trousers and mounted her, grinning as his assistant photographed the coupling. It was his reward from the Colonel for the job he was doing. Binda asked him which of the women he wanted and for him the choice was. As Iapproached she walked over to me, looked me square in the face, and askedin a low voice, "You're Sandy, aren't you? I saw your Mom in there andput two and two together ..."I was terrified all over again, but I thought I saw a look of compassionin her face, and I was able to answer, "Yes, Natalie, it's me ... Sandy... but I can explain everything!"Natalie smiled at me, and said, "Oh, Sandy, you don't need to explainanything to me. I'm sure you're doing this for a good reason. Yourbrother. "Not bad. Dad, do you think I'm pretty?" Not in the least," I said smiling when her face fell. "I think you absolute gorgeous." Aw, you're just saying that because you're my Dad," she blushed."Even a blind man could see your beauty. Why do you ask?" I don't know. I guess I just don't have a very high opinion of myself." She paused biting her lower lip with obviously another question. "Daddy, do I look sexy?" You have the maturity of a woman in a girl's body. Sexy? I don't think that would be a.