It was especially tough, if you spoke almost none of the native language. I was almost always assigned an interpreter from the local area. A couple of... them were even women who played my wife. It was an act to fool anybody especially since the act went on twenty four hours a day in most cases. I always insisted on authenticity.The school also offered a masters in forgery and a minor in the theater art of disguise. That school taught me just about every possible criminal skill, things useful only. Damn, what am I doing?Damn, what is she doing?This guy could be anybody. A killer, even. With diseases, with AIDS. Who knows?I've got to stop Mom from doing this. And just how am I going to do this?Just walk up and tell her, "Oh, Mom, don't send naked pictures of yourself to guys on the internet."But, I've got to do something. I can't let her take risks like this. So, I thought about it until she got home from work."Hi, Travis, how was school?" Oh, fine, the usual. Um, I need to talk with you. Su followed me and led me to her room, the only one open, flooded with brilliant sunlight. I entered and placed the computer on her desk as she went into the toilet. I heard the flush go and then the taps run. I sat down on the bed and waited many minutes for her to return.She came in still holding the small towel that she had used and started to fidget with things, tidying up and looking in her clothes drawers.“Are you OK honey?” I asked hoping that she would settle again.She made a noise. Suddenly the man behind me grabbed my hair hard and yanked back my head.He then stuffed a load of cut onions in my eyes. They strung like helland instantly made my eyes red and watery. As he rubbed in the onionstears streaked down my face. He pushed my head downwards and steppedback."Now you are ready for our little show pussycat," whispered Angelo in myear. "Remember do what I say or your pretty little girlfriend is dead."Meanwhile Sam was in a room down the corridor. She had been given.