He stripped my clothes off. I tried to resist but he hit my arms, slapped my face, told me to stand still. I did. Stripped, my arms were pulled up ove... my head and he clicked on some steel cuffs. He walked away, and I felt the cuffs being pulled upward until I was standing on my tiptoes.He put cuffs, leg irons I later learned, on my ankles and put a rubber pad of some sort in my mouth between my teeth. "Bite down on the pad, girl, so you won't bite your tongue off. This will hurt but you must. With tears rolling down her cheeks and the utter loneliness tormenting her that only those who’ve experienced the loss of a loved one can ever know and understand, she rolled down the bed covering, placed the picture of Alex, the flag, and the small box on Alex’s pillow and in utter dejection crawled into her prison cell of misery and isolation. Slowly life started to turn into a sad and painful routine. She took several trips to Western to take care of affairs there and to bring Alex’s. This way out friend ships started. In Junagadh, I was completely busy for 2 days in official tasks. In the evening of 2nd day, I could find some time in the evening around 7pm. I phoned her and asked about her address, and reached her home in half hour. I had to return on the same night, so I was in a bit hurry. I wanted to meet her husband, but he was away on business trip to Mumbai. She was in a loose maxy type dress (one piece, from shoulder to ankle) and looking gorgeous. She offered tea. .. nothing seemed to be working. I finally decided that maybe the best way to go to sleep would be to focus on a mental image, and concentrate on that.I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find that Nancy's face was what I focused on. Not only did I feel good about helping her through her injury tonight (at least in some small way), but I couldn't help but think about how incredibly attractive she was, and how I desperately wished that I could spend the night with her.Deep down, I knew it.