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March 24, 2007

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I had only wanted to escape. Whoever was on the other side of that door could not be the police. The knocking repeated again. My head swam. Then the knocking became even louder. "Open the door!" I heard. "Open the door. This is the police!" I controlled myself. "Just a moment," I called, as calmly as I could. "I’ll open the door in a moment. I’m dressing." The knocking stopped. (pg

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My heart sank. It was already a half past midnight! My heart was pounding. I pulled the gag down from my face, pulled the heavy wad of soured packing from my mouth. Then I was suddenly ill, and fell to my hands and knees, and vomited on the rug. I shook my head. With the knife I cut the gag from where it lay about my neck. I shook my head again. It was now thirty-five minutes after midnight. I ran to the wardrobe. I seized the first garment I touched, a pair of tan, bell-bottomed slacks and a black, buttoning, bare-midriff blouse. I held them to me, breathing heavily. I looked across the room. My heart almost stopped. There I saw in the shadows, in the dim light in the room from the city outside, a girl. She was nude

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