I looked around, it was dim, only natural light coming in behind me. I was not in a house but more of a cottage or a cabin. But why was I here and not... in a hospital? Was I paralyzed from the accident? ‘No, I could feel my arms and legs. Good.’ ‘Gawd, help me.’ I was tied my arms were stretched wide pulled straight out between two supporting poles. I looked down and so were my legs. I was wide open, ‘WHY! Think, Suzie, think.’ I told my foggy pain-racked brain. ‘Why am I tied up? Was I trying to. The sexual desires of any younghealth adult she sublimated into her studies or her voluntary work. The desiresshe had during the two years in Africa melted under her little food, her hadwork and her constant prayers. The temptations at the dig were the strongestshe had ever felt. The men, naturally, worked without shirts, as the temperatures were in their40s Celsius. She watched them as the muscles of the Black natives moved underneaththeir skin, their flat tummies strained as they hauled. Grace tried to do what she could to help, one handed and the two younger girls pitched in with enthusiasm.I sat and talked with Effie for a few minutes while the women fixed dinner. "Effie, I am very sorry for what we had to do to Mose," I said. "We just didn't see that we had any choice." I've been thinking about it a lot," Effie said. She was a lot more composed than she had been this morning. "We couldn't have stayed with him anyway after what he did to us. Bobby was a fine young man. He was. Why? Well, I know I helped your parents out the other day when their garage door came off the tracks, but Ive done something…. not so nice since. Jen already knew where this was going. One of my newly found favorite sexual activities was to have her punish me for minor indiscretions. Things like, forgetting to tell her I bought another hunting rifle, or finding out that I never got around to changing the oil in her van like I had promised. Usually, it was little more than a rough hand job while.