‘I went back east to go to school, then I joined the army.’ I explained. ‘WOW! Was you a soldier and fight Indians?’ Davy exclaimed, with all ...he naïve excitement of the very young. I didn’t like his tone on the word ‘Indians’. Given our family’s real roots, I thought it was time and past to let these young ones knew how wars were really fought, and about their heritage. ‘No, I was a doctor in the army. I didn’t do the fighting, I just patched up young men who got hurt just doing what they were. One Thursday, as they read together in the park, she asked, "Couldwe get together on Saturday? Maybe you could come over to my house?" Or I could come to yours," she added."I'll ask," the new kid said softly.The next morning, the new kid said to her, "You can come over Saturday,if you want to." I do."The new kid gave her the address and a phone number, and then retreated alittle."I'll be there," Beth said.Beth had gotten permission from her parents, so Saturday, she made herway to the. After watching for about fifteen minutes, they went inside the dungeon. In one corner was another suspension cage. Chains on two opposing sides supported a long pipe about an inch and a half thick. From a center crossbar, a long strap with a loop at the end was hanging on either side of the pipe, about two feet away, and in between the pipe and the strap on each side was a chain. They arrived just in time to see a girl with her legs spread apart and bent over getting a good sized but plug. I’d just finished when Stacy brought me a signed copy back for my files. As I’d indicated, they kept one for theirs.Stacy had indicated that my transport, meals, and housing requirements were all taken care of. She’d had a sedan car meet me at the airport so I knew I was in good hands. I was to follow her. We left the office with me toting my roll-on bag and briefcase. Stacy had a nice Lexus convertible. She was also a driver that instilled safe feelings in her passenger.Her hands encased my.