Pardon my French, but Saddam Hussein is an asshole, not a threat, and we simply can’t go around killing assholes just because they are assholes. We ...ill run out of bullets before we run out of assholes!” Cheney looked furious at this, but Condoleeza Rice looked amused. Powell simply looked thoughtful.Bush nodded and held up a hand to forestall any responses. “Fair enough, Carl.” To Wolfowitz he ordered, “Paul, you need to get a lot more information before we can continue in this. Profanely. I surveyed the kitchen. ‘Who killed him?’ ‘Don’t know, just got here myself.’ Next to the stove a door to the backyard was open. ‘You know who this guy is?’ ‘No.’ ‘Did you see anyone?’ With reluctance he muttered, ‘I can’t say, man, I can’t say.’ I got a little profane myself. ‘Are you covering for Alena?’ His head jerked up when I said her name but he shrugged. I asked, ‘Did she kill him?’ ‘I can’t say. But I didn’t.’ Totally exasperated I growled, ‘C’mon, Bobby, you’re putting. Wrists inleather cuffs secured over head. Feet pulled apart and fastened to thebottom of the frame."Well my dear sissy Brenda, I have decided on a new training course foryou" she whispered in my ear while teasing my nipples. "In the past youhave been such a good girl for me but we need to step your training up anotch or 2, or 3." she smiled. We always seem to play for a day or twoand you serve me so well I just love it. Then you get your orgasm andseem to loose all interest in being my sissy. “Do you still have your data pad?”I reflexively had put the pad in my front pants pocket. “Yes.”“Good let’s get you registered and quartered.”We went over to the table. My concubines were watching the medical people work on the people they had helped. There were tears in their eyes and some open weeping as some of the people had sheets pulled over their heads. Some of the victims never stood a chance.I was still a little in shocked at what I had witnessed from my concubines. Even though they.