Oh Juanita my love!' Maria Jimenez had heardthe stories round the university, stories of how the authorities used torture,especially electrical tortur..., to extract information; but had dismissed them asthe usual hysterical left wing propaganda. Now, in this hot dark cellar, it wasall too horribly real. The pain in her wrists, the ghastly scene before her andthe gnawing terror of what was going to happen to friend, and then to her, madeMaria Jimenez pant harshly with fear Part of the horror was. But now that she was gone, it was time to figure out what in the fuck they were doing to me. I tried to remove the bandages over my eyes, but the fuckers did too good a job and I couldn't budge them. Then I tried to move my legs and what the fuck! My legs wouldn't move, in fact I couldn't even feel my legs. I fell back on the bed (which wasn't the wisest thing to do because it hurt my back) and tried to get my head around ... Oh fuck no! Don't tell me I'm fucking blind and crippled!!!I. Why, you think there might be something more to this?" Grisley smiles."You know, one thing I've always liked about you Grisley," Holmes replies with an amused look up into his eyes, "is that you don't waste time second-guessing me. You never care about your ego as much with me as some do... you know my judgement is good, you trust it. You don't try to prove an untenable position just to contradict me. So many guys do it. Especially as a Europol consultant, every man I meet is determined to show. It bored him. I moved on. Another prospect befell, a young chubby whose parents were allegedly killed in the disguise of a car accident. We chatted for hours and hours on G-mail. He seemed to be madly in love with me. But a month later he began to ignore me. If I was online he went offline, with no reply to my emotional and painful messages. Suddenly, about a month later, he came back online to explain that he was in a hurry to get married. I, however, wanted time, at least three or four years.