At first it had saddened her to think she was losing Clarissa, but as time went by she was just grateful that her friend was being looked after and se...emed to be happy enough considering her circumstances. It hurt her that Clarissa never looked up at her, but she hardly thought that this was deliberate callousness on her friend's part.Megan's face still bore the marks of her rough treatment. Her nose had been smashed twice by the blows of the guard's rifle butt and there was a scar across her. There will be more of the story to come.As always, your feedback is important to me. The lack of it tells me a lot too. If you like this story, please take a few moments to send email telling me that. My e-mail address is: [email protected] is a work of fiction. All of the characters in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to anyone else living or dead is probably a coincidence. Please notify me if you are archiving this and the other chapters of the story on a web site.. Oh how could I be more miserable than I was already?Was I not allowed to love? Was I to be denied the compassion andunderstanding of a loving partner? Why? Why me?I sat down heavily on the chaise, listless and depressed. I peeredthrough heavy lidded eyes at her, wanting to ...but no I had not thecourage or fortitude to point blank, straight to the heart ask hersuch a thing.Lisele turned sharply to look at me with slatted eyes. What had Ispoken out loud unknowingly? Had something given me. For 2 hours he sat there hundreds of ideas swimming in his head. There had to be something he could do that could speed up the detection of the boxes, everything he had so far led nowhere. Derrick was about to lay down when he happened across a metal detecting method he had worked on years ago but abandoned because of the power restrictions he had at the time. Looking it over again his eyes got wider as he read on, how in the world had he forgotten about this? Strange the things you forget.