Melinda and Hanna had front row spots in the media section.At four we had an appointment with the royal hairdresser, then we were dressing.The rest of... the time we were spending in either the motel or at the US embassy that was not far away. Since this was the last full day here I instructed Andy to let the men and ladies have some time off to go sightseeing or to get souvenirs to take home. But they were to stay in groups.The next discussion with Andy and Biff finished up - one we had started. She lay as still as possible crying trying not to shit on her straw bed. She held it as long as possible but finally let it go shitting cum and shit. She was crying laying in a pool of cum and shit when Jim came in the barn turning on the lights. He smelled the stench as he approached her with a big plate of food and a large glass of tea. Sobbing she said. “Please Jim, I will be good. Please untie me and let me clean up and get out of this smelly shit, please I beg you.” Jim asks. “Do you. I spoke with only those I wished to speak to, but I was also available to the staff for counseling and briefings by the Southern Justice people.It was almost exactly six when a man of about forty came through the door. Even though the weather was warm, he was wearing dirty jeans and a long sleeve sweat shirt. I had a sweat shirt like it in my back pack, because I would be riding home in the night air.“Welcome,” I said rising to shake his hand. “I’m John.”He shook my hand and mumbled something. There have also been a number of surges."I held Patricia for a while until she woke up; I told her the power was on, but it wasn't reliable. I also told her about Frank's accident and the family he saved. I got up and dressed and headed for the living room and turned on the news; this should be interesting I thought. It was pretty much all news on every channel; the power company was getting ripped apart, the callers were slaughtering the governor and his actions. Power had been reserved to.