"A young man came over and smiled at us while I gazed in rapture.My wife chuckled as she turned to him. "You know, Henry, all men are sopredictable. A...l they ever think about is sex. They want to get theirrocks off. It's all about lust."I looked at Henry. He was my age and handsome in a rough, tough way. Butmore of a male model sort than a construction worker type.My wife took his arm as she sighed. "You know, all they ever think aboutis themselves. They want to dress us up sexy for their. A flash of memory of Joe screwing Geo popped into my head, and I felt my jealousy rise somewhat. I rarely ever got jealous, and I stamped the ugly feeling down. That had been when I'd promised my sister that anyone but me could get her pregnant. She had been so happy then, but apparently it hadn't been working for her. She'd gotten my other two girlfriends to turn against me now."Thanks, Joe," I told the burly man. All my bouncers were bigger than me, but I knew I could hold my own in any. Nearly every man (and a good portion of the women) had taken their pleasure from her in the past day, and she had few “visitors.” That is, until the three brothers returned, leading a completely different group of people. They were the slaves from local plantations, who must have worked especially hard to get this kind of reward. Or perhaps the brothers were just bored and thought it'd be funny. The difference was largely academic to her, because the slaves were certainly looking at her body. He tried to be strong — he wanted to be strong, but defeat was working its way into his mind and planting its roots. God, please just kill me, he thought, half praying to God. I can’t take this, I can’t do this alone. I’m tired. Luke was operating on minimal sleep. He had to convince himself to keep running and push through the exhaustion, as much as it hurt. Every muscle in his legs ached as if he crossed the finish line of a marathon, only to find out it was also the starting line of a second.