"You can read it later,"Ching Lee, Vicky and I led them to the mats and started. We were still on the mats when Dad led the Rochester group in with Ca...ptain Peters."Thanks Dad," I said. "Does Lorrie have you busy all day?" I'm going back to the airport and help set up the parts room. A shipment of parts racks came in this morning that are to be assembled in the side hangar next to the temporary office," he replied. "Call me when you need me to move this group."The first place I carried the group. On his way up, he noted that there was writing on the side of the hull. It was a dark red that bordered on brown, the characters resembling claw marks, like they had been scratched into the metal by a giant hand. Was that what Rask text looked like?They reached the gantry, the female giving him a shove as she forced him through one of the doors, ducking in after him. The noise of windblown sand pounding the hull was muffled as it closed behind them with a thud, the far-off hum of the vehicle’s. Do you remember how I got you to turn around andtake the right way." Yes I do," said Mildred."I broke down and cried and begged you to turn around," I told her."When I finally got you headed in the right direction. I asked you notto tell anyone about what I just did." RICHARD!!!!" Mildred then jumped up and hugged me. "I believe you,please tell me about this program. Why did you decide to stay and livein Tolerance?" The mind swap was supposed to be for a month," I started the story."The program. Then he stepped back again. ‘Now it’s time for your five,’ he said, ‘I’ll strike the first. Then for each one you have to tell me if you want it harder or softer. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ She cried out as the leather struck her abused skin. ‘One. Thank you, Sir. Softer,’ she said. ‘You’re not thanking me any more. You thank yourself. What is your name?’ ‘Al…’ ‘No!’ He struck the wall with the belt, right by her head. ‘Your name is Slut. What is your name?’ ‘Slut,’ she sobbed. ‘Good girl..