She brushed through the doors and led me to the famous locker room of so many secrets.“Master, master, master!”, rang out from all corners of the ...oom. “You came!”“Not yet, but I certainly hope to, soon.” I was engulfed by wet, tawny, muscular bodies who seemed to be drying themselves off on my clothes as they removed them from me. When they had me as nude as they were, we moved amoeba-like to the shower room, where somebody passed the soap around and we were soon forming a single mass of. I just slashed his tyres and keyed his car, so he got off easy.I was restless from the moment I got on the plane in Luton and seeing him through the glass partition between the Schiphol baggage claim and the arrivals hall only made it worse. I love that guy, I really do. It's not healthy. I can't for the life of me imagine why it's not the case that every woman he meets just kneels in front of him and tries to open his pants. I would. Oh, fucking BITE ME. So I'm his sister. Big deal. It's not. (I thought)My aunt Ida was a hippie before the term was even made up. I had a ton of questions about love, sex and business. I didn't feel I could talk to mom about some of the things I did, was doing or was about to do .That train was so slow. It stopped everywhere on the way up the central valley. I was looking out at the fields and mountains in the distance and thinking about Big Al, Judy, Miguel, some of the sex things I had done.We finally got to the station in Emeryville in the afternoon.. I asked for and was shown to Craig's office."Good to see you again," he began. After only a minute or so of chit-chat he said: "I want to extract you from Jason's clutches." What?" I was taken aback."I've lost confidence in him. I think he's inclining more towards the government."He went on to explain that beginning with Abbott's rejection of a proposal to consult Aboriginal people first about recognizing them in the nation's constitution Craig's activities had become less activist.Though.