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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... time, with sensation when I touched it and some pain when I tried sitting on it. It was obvious too that the scarring would be there for a long time.

A few years later, if you look carefully and I let you, you can still see a fine white tracery because of the worst of the cane marks. A skin specialist told me that because I had received excellent treatment immediately after the beating, I had avoided the worst of the scarring. But without plastic surgery, I would have the tracery marks for life.

But they hardly show once I get a suntan and I rather like them as a memento of the experience. They were worried at the hospital about nerve damage and they gave me extensive tests. If perfect is one hundred per cent, they said my left leg was about ninety-eight per cent and my right leg ninety-six per cent because of nerve damage in the nerves under the flesh of my buttocks.

They said it might improve with time. I wasn't aware of any loss of sensation or control in my legs, but the toes of my right foot were slightly numb. After four weeks, my bottom completely healed, and the bruises were almost gone. There was no more sensation when I sat on it. I was back to near my normal weight (I had lost 12 pounds in prison).

Hamid's two wives visited with fruit and to chat, they were just lovely. Some awful fart from the embassy came and was downright frosty. I was rude to him and more or less told him to go.

They sent a much nicer younger secretary the following day, and ...

... she smoothed things over. I won't go into the details of the deal, but they gave me enough money to buy a flat outright in a smart part of London, with cash to spare. I left the hospital for my apartment after four weeks, being collected by wife number two in her Mercedes sports car.

Once out of the hospital, the Government gave me a month to settle my affairs, sell my car, get out of the apartment, and finally leave the country. They insisted I should be alone in the apartment between the hours of ten PM and seven AM each day, and I think they watched the place at night. I assumed they still bugged it.

They did not allow me to return to the office and severely warned me not to talk, this being emphasised both by the embassy and by Hamid's wives. My manager at work came to see me in the hospital.

The authorities had given him a version of events, but he didn't know exactly what had happened to me. He was still needlessly apologetic. He said that I had done a lot for the Company and that I had been unlucky, if a little unwise, and they would miss me.

I got a good severance deal from them as they regarded my predicament as having been work-related!

Back at the flat, I was very bored. Because I couldn't talk, I wanted to avoid my friends who were so inquisitive about what had happened. I went swimming, exercised, and took a long drive down to a big rock outcrop in the middle of the desert. There was an opportunity to visit a desert oasis, to explore an underground ...