”“I’d rather live in a tent with you than in this apartment by myself.”“All right.” he said. And it was more than all right. Sylvia wasn�...�t bored with him yet. “I’ll ask.”He did ask Vrooman. “My wife would like to come along on the expedition. She’s not trained, but she’d make herself useful.”“There is no way that the funders would pay for that.”“They aren’t paying for me. We’d pay her airfare; we’d share a tent and pay for that. What are the incidentals?”“Very well, but I want to talk to her. Blinking, staring through glazed eyes, crimson tinges glisten across what’s now tattered rags scattered into the darkness. Maybe a faint drip from what must be some sort of faucet in the distance, the sound of her heart thumping in her chest pulsing through her ears, otherwise only deathly silence. Aching, sitting forward still curled, she senses the unnatural weight, hears the rattles, feels the chains cuffed to her wrists, ankles. Glancing down into the semi-darkness, her bare flesh. She prefered to look sexy for her special boy, after his hard day at school. In the bathroom, shestripped off her clothes excitedly and dropped them in thehamper. She sat down on the edge of the tub, pulled off her shoes, and lookedaround into the full length mirror. The stiffened nipples crowning the white bulbs of her firm, young mother breasts pouted pinkly up at her, as if in some kind of disapproval for what she was about to do with her own son. Sally went to the mirror and fixed up her. I gently ‘pushed’ a suggestion that our hostess to seat us at that table, but NOT remembering that we had asked to sit there.We made it a point to sit so it didn’t appear we were watching the big table. In fact, it would appear that we were attempting to ignore them.We WERE close enough to hear all but a whispered conversation, however.Just before 7:00 PM Dad, Johnny, Sherman and Joshua walked into the restaurant. Dad had to suppress a chuckle when he saw the three of us sitting at the table.