When I’ve been scrubbed of sweat, bodily oils, and any background radiation from the machinery, the water gradually cools to prepare my body for my ...return to sleep. When the water stops I progress from the room, dried instantly by a blast of air when I leave the room.As I reach my destination I pivot with exceeding grace and set myself gently into the seat. The easy-to-slip restraints slide into place to hold me gently still, keeping me from sleepily sliding to one side before the process is. Martin!’ Tears streamed down my face as I shook his body. ‘Ahurggghh.’ ‘Martin? Martin! Oh thank God you’re still alive. Hold on dear, we’ll have you out of here in no time!’ Two soldiers roughly pushed me out of the way and undid the tight ropes from Martin’s wrists and ankles. As he slipped to the floor, one soldier caught him lifted him up over his shoulder. Martin grunted in pain then slumped into unconsciousness. ‘Come on Bess we have to hurry now.’ The soldier grabbed my arm shoving me. "Hey Princess." Dad smiled at me. "All excited?" Uh, yeah." I laughed and glanced at my mom, wondering if she'd said something, but she had her back to me while she cooked."Good." Dad smiled, turning a page of his newspaper. "This will be fun." What are we gonna do all day?" I wondered, reaching for some toast."Oh ... You'll get a tour and see the offices and have a lunch with the president and ... I don't know." He chuckled. "I guess we'll find out." I guess so." I shrugged, but honestly, it's. On my way to work, I stopped and got some brightred nail polish. Remembering Stanley's fascination with my nyloned feet,I wanted to see what he did when he saw me with glossy red toenails. Theday went by slowly. I noticed customers as they came into the store. Itwas an upscale store, and many elegant, nicely dressed women came in. Ihad always noticed nice looking women, but now, more than ever, I noticedthe way they were dressed. How their clothes draped and complimentedtheir bodies,.