He was packing his mule for his trip home when the woman and the girl came to him. “Take us with you, Mister. If you don’t, they’ll take my niec... and make a whore of her. That’s all they want of a woman and she’s a better girl than that,” the woman, Vonda Hanes pleaded with him.“I live in an old cliff-dwelling inside a rock wall, south of here. It’s rugged country and there are hardly any comforts where I live.”“We have no comforts at all here and I’d rather live in a pig sty, than let those. Let me show you how to use an iron."I was going to object that it was women's work as I looked myself in themirror, realised how I was dressed again and looked heavenward. Itwasn't exactly that I had forgotten I was dressed as a woman but morethat I was still thinking like a man. But I looked so unlike myselfthat I thought if she were to film me on her phone I might be able topretend I am not Bea, the woman on the screen, if I don't look or soundlike Beau."Yes, Rita," I replied trying to. .thing...in the water ofthe toilet, wanting to go ahead with the ultimate test of hisobedience, wanting to get the order to plunge his face into the toiletwater and grab a chunk of it, getting it somehow into his mouth andchewing it slowly, showing her he was willing to eat her shit, freshfrom her bowels. But that was not for today. He was already makingnumerous countdowns in his head, starting over again each time hementally reached the number one, waiting for her to order him to startthe. Jordan Heckleton was going to get socked in the face for sending her here. Truth be told, she wasn’t even sure why he’d done it. He had no family here, no business partners, nothing. All she knew was that when she landed in Bolivia she was supposed to answer to a man in a black limo wearing a bowler hat, and take what ever package he gave her, back to corporate in Alabama. That was what she did for a living. She was a glorified freelance go-fer’ and she’d liked the pay as much as the job.