People were starting to come out of other houses in the street. I realised the eldest had screamed when I ruptured his knee. He was writhing on the gr...ound.I ran to the car, where Lettie was getting everyone in. In a few seconds we were driving down the street, past the gathering crowd of people outside Seeta’s house.“Are you all OK?” I asked.Nobody said anything. I looked at Vicki in the passenger seat next to me and she recoiled slightly. I looked in the mirror and caught Lettie’s eye. Even. Other hands drag my legs apart. I am struggling desperately. ‘Master likes me this way’ I protest! ‘Oh for fucks sake gag the stupid whore,’ she says. Some sort of ball is quickly shoved into my mouth. It has straps on it which are pulled tightly. This forces my mouth wide open, and the ball presses against my sore tongue. My legs are strapped down with leather belts. The hands are still pressing around my throat and my chest is heaving up and down as I struggle to breathe. ‘Now listen up you. It didn't take long to fly from Anchorage to the San Juan Islands. We landed at Friday Harbor and hitched a ride into town with a guy who was gaga over the plane. He knew Dewey, and had flown him into Seattle a couple of times in the past, so he was happy to taxi us into town.We went to the restaurant/bar where we had met Dewey the first time. Wouldn't you know, Dewey and Sheila were enjoying the beginning of happy hour with his friends. It was a real reunion for John and Dewey, with John. Jean Adams. It said.A chill came over me. That was my name. I mean my name before I came through the tunnel, except that I spelled mine "Gene." Then I saw the birthday. It was the same as mine. Hair: brown. Eyes: green. That was all familiar. The Height: 5' 4" and Weight: 116 were certainly different. And of course there was that big Sex: F to remind me of the obvious. But still, there was too much on the license that looked the same. And it was while I was looking at the goofy, stunned.