His breath smelled of garlic and onions.She was dressed in a long white cotton robe. She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared? for interrogation... earlier. With her armsexposed by the short sleeves, her bound hands were obvious. They were cuffedbehind her back with tight steel manacles. In addition a canvas bag had beenloosely thrown over her head. ?Quiet!? the goon demanded in a gravelly voice, ?or I?llgive you more of the same.?The woman walked on, prodded by the goon?s hand in thesmall. ”Ada pressed her lips together and held the noises of dismay inside. The demure manners and the ability to wear those modest clothes with conviction had been hard-won. She had spent years – decades – of her life creating a persona that was compatible with society and acceptable to her parents in particular, a sufficient peace offering to them for her indiscretions at a young age. It had taken an eternity to own and comfortably live within this persona. It had taken much energy to maintain. ‘You’ll need some money for the fare!’ I shouted.‘Come out and see me pay for the taxi.’ She shoutedback.She sure had my interest now. I just got to the frontdoor as she was opening her coat and showing ‘all’ tothe taxi driver, a middle aged black man.‘This is my fare and tip. Will you take me to mydestination?’‘You bet lady!’ He couldn’t get out of the car quickenough. She removed the coat and lay on the back seat.The. She wanted him, all of him. He would run his fingers up her thighs. She couldn't help but to moan his touch was amazing. She thought to herself, 'If he touches me anywhere else I’m going to lose it.' He whispered in her ear, “Would you like to go sit down for a little bit and have a drink?” She didn't know what to say but it came out anyways, “I'd love to but maybe somewhere less noise.” He just smiled at her and took her hand once again. He led her up some stairs which led to the second floor..