” Walking up to the machine Heather continued, “it’s an antique pinball machine from the 50’s.” “Its fun to play, but its kind of lame. ... When you get settled in I’ll show you how to play.”Smiling, she looked at me square in the eyes and paused a moment. She paused just long enough for me to wonder what she meant by her choice of the word “play.” Then she said, “Let me know when you are ready.”Now, being a horny guy I couldn’t help but think of the double-meanings that her last two remarks. Immediately after that he got a severe slap from her.Documents! - Uh? uuuu? - he tried to take the IC (identification card) and the other his papers from the bag. His hands were trembling. With the end of his eye he saw how one man was first made to kneel and to lick the boots of one of the masked policewomen and after that the same woman took him to the entrance of nearest building. Both disappeared in the dark entrance.Faster, idiot! I loose my patience! – Her voice was sharp, arrogant. The woman would not hear of it, and I spent another day "in bed." I will say this: I could not have had more tender care than that woman gave me, and she was right about me needing that extra day of rest.Finally, after my fifth day in bed with her looking after me like I was her own kin, I felt like traveling again. In fact, I felt an urge to move on that must be coming from my handlers. I ate breakfast with the family at their table and felt so good that I knew that I had recovered as much as. Leaping out of bed and grabbing a robe from the closet as she passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the door. A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue paper and mumbling something in Danish. A telegram!In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an expensive waste of good hard-earned money and were sent only in the event of severe illness or death. An icy chill of fear ran through Jill's scantily body now as she accepted the ominous slip of paper, it must be about daddy,.