If I hadreally had eyes in that disembodied state. Then -- suddenly -- I did have eyes. I felt fleshsurround me, contain me, again, and it felt...wond...rful. I was sitting in a chair. My arms -- _my_ arms -- tiedbehind my back. I was blindfolded and gagged, too.Jaime Velasquez had certainly known how to tie someoneup. He certainly had. I had to laugh when I thought that,gag or no gag. I heard shouts from someplace. "Mr. Velasquez...Jaime... is everything all right in there?" When therewas no. However, he wasn't there. Instead we were met by a beautiful woman.I'm not kidding, this woman could have been a supermodel back on Earth. She wasn't wearing much though. The outfit was a strange vest that looked like the fabric used in a football jersey over a pair of black thong panties. That was all.She didn't seem too perturbed as Willow and I looked at her, just shook her head and muttered. "Even the women like to look at me."That got us giggling, which helped us relax. The woman, Nadia I. Then, I felt a sudden stab of pain from my kneecaps to my forehead as thousands of volts of electricity was applied to my bare ass on the seat which I now knew was metal. The Chink bastard repeated himself in Chinese, and I screamed back at him, "I don't fucking speak Chink." The pain lasted about five seconds longer this time as I collapsed into an unconscious blackness.I couldn't have been out long. I felt a sudden splash of hot water and the rush of cold air that shrank every part of me. He listened to my impassioned plea with a stony face and said nothing. He was quite for about 15 minutes while I wept and begged him not to press vehicular manslaughter charges against Rajan since I knew if the news of his arrest went to his bank he would be fired and then me and our 3 year old son would be literally be on street.“Just sit here for some time,” He said and left .I looked at Rajan who was sitting in the lock up with naked hatred. Rajan was too ashamed to talk. “Saab is calling.