--””—Sam did consider calling Martha of course, but he was quite sure she didn’t leave him behind like that, just to be reachable on the Com. ...Sam suspected to know her motivations. He chased behind Martha halfway through Freespace and while he was doing so learned a little about Martha’s companions. The one calling herself Geha was an enigma alright, a genuine Privileged, perhaps a real Novaj Djoi. Sam was long enough in the special force’s business to know a little more about intelligence. Marise was a very good cook, she often bring some of her homemade food especially for me to try. Meals after meals, conversations after conversations, they all seem to end with a little bit of flirtation at this point. One time Marise said, "You know, I do keep myself in a really good shape, I could even still look good in a bikini". I laughed and I dared her to show me a picture. When she showed me a picture on her phone I was blown away. I could have never guessed how well she has kept her. I’ve been in the midst of a depressive episode.’ ‘A what?!’ ‘A depressive episode. I suffer from depression. It started when I was eleven years old and I started taking medication for it when I was fourteen.’ ‘MEDS?!!’ Janet quizzically responded. ‘Yes, meds. They usually help tremendously. But sometimes, they stop working and I need to get them adjusted.’ Janet leaned forward and listened closely to Sam. ‘Sam, describe what you go through to me.’ The compassionate, loving Janet was back now.. If we ask you to submit to anyone else, you will listen - or be punished. Nod if you understand." I quickly nodded but my mind raced as I wondered who else was around. Who else would see this? Who else would be involved?I felt hands grasp me under the arms and start to lift me up off the seat. Standing up, disoriented, more than just a little nervous. I felt hands being the unbutton my shirt and another pair lifting my feet and pulling off the sandals. After my feet were bare, the hands.