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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... you to our heart's content until you faint or possibly even die."

"Now you will go back to your cell for a few hours and take food. Eat it and get some rest because you will need all your strength soon if you do not cooperate with us."

I was shaking a little and thought I might lose control of my bladder if I was not careful.

They meant it. I wondered what to do since I just couldn't think of much to tell them. Back in the cell, they gave me a chicken and rice meal with an orange through the hatch in the door. I ate quickly, as I was hungry.

I took stock of my situation again and decided to talk about David's sexual practices, as that might buy me some more time to think. David didn't give a damn who knew about him or knew about what he got up to. It was one of the great things about him.

David told me that the Duke of Wellington always said, "Publish and be damned" and he was so right! I also thought I would tell them about his visits to Israel. It didn't matter because he never said a lot about what went on beyond talking about visiting friends and relatives, the usual sort of thing.

I suspected he had an Israeli girl or girls he saw when he was there because it would be a little while before the sex urge built up in him after a visit. He also had a powerful PC at his flat and a high-speed phone line.

He had shown me some of the exotic porn that he had downloaded -- he was seriously kinky and it had been a little too much for me, although I liked his ...

... sex drive. I thought this would do for a start, as it was pretty mundane and meaningless. I lay on the bed and dozed a little.

It's hard to judge time, but it was still daylight, so I thought three to four hours had passed when the guards came for me again and gestured for me to go with them. They took me back to the interrogation room to be met by another lady in an Asian-style official ladies' uniform, but again with no badges or rank markings.

This lady looked and sounded as if she came from the Indian subcontinent. She offered me a cigarette, but I don't smoke. It was the "good guy / bad guy" routine. The guards stayed in the room at the back, but they did not handcuff me.

The lady began, "Those North Africans can be a little rough, but then they enjoy little in their lives, do they?" and smiled. I knew what she was getting at. "Please, can you tell us a little about your friend David XXXX, then you can go?"

"Certainly," I replied. "Will anything I say embarrass the ladies at the back?"

The lady laughed and said, "No, I doubt if they will understand you." So I went into detail about David's sexuality and that I might still be with him if not for the watersports matter.

I saw the lady shudder with distaste, but the spanking thing didn't seem to bother her when I mentioned it. The lady said, "Can you give me any more specific details about his Israel connections?"

I told her I knew about his visits and that afterwards, sex was not at the top of his agenda ...