He knew better than to talk.I stared at his asshole, his perineum, and his scrotum. The tattooartist had done a rough shave around his hole, sufficien... enough forthe needle and ink but insufficient for my current purposes."Does my wittle Jewwi want his hair gone from his naughty places?"His head swiveled quickly, and his eyes locked onto mine. I kept myface implacable. He would crack. His character couldn't stand silence.He had to fill it in."That was just for my chest," he whispered in. Butch pushed so far into the podium that he thought he could feel his nuts pressing against the podium. Several long minutes passed while Butch was in his daydream and until the restless crowd snapped him back to reality.The crowd was in overdrive. Two buff puppies in the third row were standing on their seats; shirts stripped off; pants down around their ankles. They were getting on with their own pose-down. Their friends cheered them on. The lighting engineer cruised a spotlight over the. Even they might not know where he was at that precise moment, but they knew where the trail began.Back in the city the two men disappeared into the military headquarters. Not the one housing the generals, the ones housing the military barracks and the military prison.Since the two of them were military, there would be no question of their rights being violated. They would be violated of necessity and custom. Torture is not an oddity in some parts of the world. Institutionalized torture might. .. Wait. Oh thit. Ican't thpeak. I've a lithp?"He jumped up and gathered the huge T shirt round him and raced to thebathroom, as he did so his boxers slid down his legs almost tripping onthem.The scream of horror was quite piercing. Rob and Steve followed him."Oh hell." His wailing was quite pronounced now. "I'm.....not.....I'mnot.....Theve. 'Thit, I'm....Prithilla!"Part two. Still Saturday.Rob and Dave just stared at their neighbour's 12 year old daughter,Priscilla, Jim's sister, as she looked.