As such, we had some things in common about which we could swap stories. It was great to reconnect.A day later, I called her again (by her invitation).... We talked - mostly small talk - and seemed to enjoy ourselves quite a bit. Toward the end of the conversation, I asked if she did web calls. She said "Yes, I do Oovoo!" That was very strange, for that is my web call provider of choice, as well. I asked if she'd be interested in sharing video of what the years had done to each of us. She laughed. There were a lot of people living here who didn't like the Taliban, or groups like Al Qaeda. Empty villages like the one I'd been kept in weren't unknown, and the people who were forced out would resent it.No, my only real hope was finding a village and asking for help. They would either turn me back over to the insurgents ... in which case I would be killed ... or they would help me. But if I kept wandering around this mountain range, I was a dead man anyway.Without water, I could have made it. It was a tool made of double wooden pieces connected together at both ends by long bolts. Like a doubled spatula used for mouth and throat inspection by doctors, though both items were wrapped around by wood."Now I remove your gag. I don't want to hear anything, not a word, not a scream, not even a loud breath, nothing! I strongly suggest not pissing me off; I have several boxes of cigarettes left. Got it, bitch? Give me a sign if you understood." Mandy showed her angelic smile. The tied. She pulled back and released his neck.He straightened up and gulped, breathing in a soft gasps, he licked his lips and couldn't stop a smile. "Wow." That's a kiss." She stepped back, put a hand on her hip and looked him over; head to toe."I think I might need more lessons. I'm Mike. Michael Franklin Hampton." Well, Michael Franklin Hampton." She shook the offered hand then let her own fingers trace her jawline. "I s'pect ah'll have to teach you just about everything?" God I hope so."Mike shook.