" The man, his hands covered by thin, translucent gloves, reached into the tray and pulled out an ice chip, sliding into Pan's mouth.The ice felt wond...erful on his tongue and melted quickly. The cool liquid soaked in to his taste buds leaving behind a slight chemical tang, a little bit of the melted water trickling down his tortured throat. The surgeon repeated the action several more times until Pan could feel the tissues in his throat relaxing a little, his tongue moving normally again."Where. All of the crew spoke grammatically correct English and they seemed on their best behavior in remaining aloof from personal contact with the “sheep” in the grazing pen, me included. I had met the same sort of attitude in the Asian and Middle-Eastern airline crews and I had the distinct impression it was to maintain a certain level of unquestioned authority in the event of a sudden catastrophe whilst still in the air. My main concern was that I didn’t get on a flight with a borderline suicidal. "I think we all need to discuss what happened last night"Dread filled my heart, was she going to rat me out to the authorities?"First, personally, I would like to say thank you for not letting those guys rape us, and getting us out of there. But that is kinda undone by what you did to poor Madison here."Madison didn't say anything, but hung her head, looking at the floor."I'm going to let the two of you talk, I think there is plenty to discuss. I'm going to run a couple errands, and I'll be. I showered, got dressed, took my things, and stepped out. I drove over to Ian’s apartment/art studio in Central Park West. Ian opened the door to let me in. ‘Lynette, you look incredibly sexy tonight.’ He said as he let me into his spacious apartment. I hung up my purse and put my keys in there. ‘Ian, your place looks great.’ I said to him. ‘Thanks.’ He replied. His apartment was very well-lit and spacious. The living room looked like it was furnished by IKEA. Ian then saw my duffle bag and.