”She bent down behind her bed and stood up holding a brown boot in each hand.“Ta da!”I sat on the bed and pulled the socks on. Then Pearl knelt ...in front of me and slid a boot onto my left foot. It had a zipper on the inside. She zipped it up and the boot nearly reached my knee. I lifted up my foot so that I could run my hand up and down the leather wrapped around my calf. Rui Shi prowled over to the edge of the bed and examined the boots too. I think he approved because he sat down and started. I suck on the ice cube for my life, and eat the mushy food when it thaws. Eat it from my hands so that it does not land on the filthy floor. I think it is dog food. It never changes.I piss and shit in my cell. On the floor like an animal. I have no toilet. I can never be released for cleaning, and so I learn to live, to eat and sleep in my own waste. To lie in my own shit and feel it caked on my body, and between my filthy toes. I come to relish the day every so often when the cell is. I saw nothing but a large desk and several chairs and bookcases. But something had to be there!Slowly with soft step, I came around the edge of the desk. My rifle pointing towards the hole under and behind the desk, the only logical place for a person to be. I hoped it was just a dog, or perhaps another type of animal that had crawled into that small hole. Yet I saw it! A shape! A huddled, dirty woman lay in the fetal position, her face hidden from me. What the hell was I to do? I bent down my. Dad had got home before me and in that time he had managed to have a rowwith Mum. There was only ever one outcome to their rows and that wasquite clear from the French Maid's uniform that Dad was now wearing.Dad tried to maintain some dignity as he told me in his best Frenchaccent how Mum had bought him a bra and a miniskirt and blouse. Shewanted him to show solidarity with me and go to work dressed like metomorrow. He told me he had some important meetings with majorsuppliers tomorrow and.