The detective painted her a bleak picture and showed her a visual of a public hanging, telling her that this is what would happen to her. He told her ...that a judge might opt for psycho surgery if she would tell everything and confess.The Cops didn’t beat her or torture her, but they kept the bright lights on and kept interrogating her. She felt tired and exhausted, helpless and angry. Yet she held on, someone had rescued her from the dungeon and that was not a dream.Suddenly there was loud. "You are learning." the gruff voiced man chuckle "Good.", as he continues to "search Lindsey's breasts.After about 10 minutes of searching Lindsey has had enough and asks her interrogator "Are you finding anything yet?" The gruff voiced man stops pinches the shit out of both of Lindsey's nipplies causing her to yelp in pain.The gruff voiced man responds with "You are correct I need to proceed with the search. Let's check you oral cavity." Lindsey relaxes and opens her mouth as the gruff voiced. A concrete hard pad would have been nice but it wasn't going to happen; not with the timeline set by Linda and Emma. Instead they had the scrapers and the compactors put into use. That took a week of hard work to complete. There was also grading to worry about. We didn't want any water pooling under the completed units.It was a week where I spent most of my time on horseback patrolling the area about the settlement. It got the horses exercised and me familiar with them. In addition to me and. She liked that and was very happy. Abdul had made 'Chawal ki kheer' (A rice, milk and sugar preparation) one of his specialties for dessert but Lachho had stuffed herself so much on the other food that she could not eat it. She joined me in praising Abdul's cooking.Abdul asked, "Bibiji inaam milega (Bibiji will I get a reward)." I knew what he had in mind and before I could say something Lachho feeling grand replied in an imperious tone, "Haan muh maanga inaam milega (Yes you will get whatever.