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and Lee will take that trip with Hanah; the fifty year old prisoner taken from the special cell next to Elizabeth while Stephanie develops the story line we shall continue with Elizabetth, Diana, and Ashley.

At that point Hanah will be left to her fate as I follow Stephanie's lead.

Hanah is an older, physically fit, mature woman. She recognized her body maturing and participates in aerobics regularly to maintain a degree of firm ness. Her breasts are softer, but do not sag. Her waist is larger and her belly a little rounder as are her hips. Her buttocks are firm and her thighs have maintained their youthful shape: almost. Though fifty, Hanah looks ten years younger.
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Now to commence:

The matrons had rinsed Hanah off in the shower after her 48 hour ordeal in the conditioning room. This was my private interrogation room: the room to which Hanah had been brought after her arrest.

When she first arrived, Hanah could not accept what was happening to her. She was a socially prominent wife of a very successful industrialist who had helped financed the failed conservative coup to overthrow the Marxist military dictatorship of our small Central American country. It was beyond imagination of a convent educated woman; sheltered all her life by a good marriage to the rich son of a patrone family all her married life; that at fifty years old she would be arrested and interrogated.

She was brought to me: in this same room: a week ago. She had been arrested at 11;00 PM, with her husband, as they entered their estancia outside the city. Together they were transported to security police headquarters and there seperated. Hanah was elegantly dressed as she was escorted to my interview room.

It must have been a shock after the excitement of the evening at the opera, to find herself in a stark room of bare whitewashed walls almost devoid of furnishings. There was a massive wooden arm chair in the center of the room under a flood light fixture hanging from the ceiling. The chair faced the only other furnishings: a padded executive swivle desk chair with two light stands beside it focused on the wooden chair. I was seated in the office chair waiting.

Actually, as Hanah entered the otherwise dark room, she faced the glare of the lights which blinded her. She could see nothing but the ugly, ominous, chair and the blinding halo of light. The guards seated her on the big chair and left.

I watched Hanah and she waited aprehensively.