It was after noon before they took me back to the interview room. That made it twelve plus hours since my arrest."Sorry, I had to wait till the bank o...ened to take care of some things," Rita said."Checked my credit did you," I asked with a laugh."You know better. They should be dropping the charges about now." she said."I don't think so this time," I said."I think you are wrong," Rita said with a smile. She put her finger to her mouth the universal signal for silence."Breakfast was crap do you. One looks like a small lightbulb except it is metal and knobbled with studs. Another looks like a pump, with a bulb to squeeze, like the kind that inflates a blood pressure cuff in a doctor's surgery. There is no mistaking the third item, a long, black cock, thick as a child's arm, fixed to a sturdy belt. The last item is a wand on which are moulded a series of plump anal beads. I enjoy the uncertain look on your face as you take all of this in."So." I begin, taking up my former seat before. Ian stared at Millie with flat lifeless eyes for a moment, the last vestiges of his rage and vengeance finally slipping away.He blinked a few times, watching the play of light in her hair, the concerned look on her face.He reached out a tentative hand; he watched it go, as it lifted from his side, it came into bright focus under the glare of the lights.Caked with blood, the dark maroon slashes contrasting by the vivid white of his unblemished skin, Ian paused, not sure anyone would want to. By the time we had gotten to the aid station 15 minutes later, I had stopped shaking and I was no longer sweating so heavily. A doctor looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and told me to sit in the shade and drink as much water as I could force down. I don't know how much good that advice did me, but it seemed to make the doctor feel better.I heard later that the guy I had shot was carrying a remote detonator, so he had to be the one who had set off the bomb. Those damned bastards had found.