?No rest, just run.? The goon jabbered away, and raised his ‘truncheon’ once more, but Zac was on his way, tears rolling off both cheeks, his goa... of the pick-up truck just visible through blurry, unfocussed eyes. ******* The convoy is at the ‘safe’ house. They have relieved Zac of his rubble-laden rucksack, but his boot still swings gently between his legs, the laces gnawing and torturing his testes. Zac stands before his captors, who have arranged themselves in a group. He is young and. He could feel her next to him in the darkness. She was warm and pressing back into him. He was holding her, his arm over her waist, her breathing rhythmical and comforting. He pressed his head against hers. You won’t die. Oh, like Jess? Like Cassie? You won’t die…. He fell back to sleep. They were standing at the river. In his hands, he held the note and he held a disk. ‘Drop the weapon and come forward,’ boomed the voice from the loudspeaker. There were cars everywhere. They were in a. The sound became louder. It definitely was a radio or TV. I walked very carefully, trying not to trip on the fallen branches. As I reached the building, I was surprised to see that it is in perfect condition. Painted recently. I get closer to the sole window. What I am doing? It's not good to be so nosy. In spite of that, I took a deep breath and peered in. A man was watching TV. He was lying on a bed, his head propped on pillows. I gave a start when I saw that his chest was bandaged. The. " I started to laugh and decided it was time for our talk. We sat at the kitchen table for almost thirty minutes while I talked about my life and the drugs I was taking. It ended better than I expected, with tears and hugs and a trip to the bedroom where I gave her the full tour of my naked self. Her only comment was I needed to shave a better bikini line and trim my public hair. She said it shouldn't show out the sides of my underwear. I modeled some of the clothes and we decided to go.