Upon standing inside the bathroom, I began speculating over the person who'd be present with me while I would bathe. I was wondering if I could tell that woman about the injustice that I had faced and if she might allow me to keep the tape recorder. Soon enough, I realized that it was just my wishful thinking.
That couldn't happen. That woman would probably be there to keep a closer look at me. Hence, she wouldn't mind sharing the details of the thing if she'd discovered something taped onto my thigh. I needed to prevent her from looking at the tape recorder.
"What should I do?" I grew even more devastated as the time rolled by me.
The guards, too, were growing impatient, "Why haven't you handed out your clothes, woman?"
"I'll handle my clothes for the lady servant only. I will not
