“I’ll have a shower if I may,” she suggested. XXX Dust covered everything, fine gritty sandy dust, The dark brooding mountains surrounded us but the yellowish dust covered everything, yellowish dust stirred up by everything that moved except the Camels as they glided along loaded down with drugs and explosives and turbanned killers with Kalashnikovs, and sugar and fertiliser for their improvised explosive devices IEDs. “Then that’s settled,” I agreed, “we’ll release you, they’ll know you betrayed them and so you’ll be shot within minutes of release.”
“I mean,” she said. “Why are you scared of me?” I asked. “Nnggg,” she protested but it was too late and I fastened the strap on the ball gag. She looked tired, small, frail, frightened even as she came through reception after getting customs clearance. “Oh, who cares, leave it to me I’ll do it!” I agreed, I wasn’t exactly thrilled and went to find the pig, it was behind the kitchen, Privates “Taff” Jones and “Jock,” McNeal were having a
