.” He trailed off then looked behind him. “Oh, Ms. Samuels, didn't see you. Did you...?”“I need to talk to her about a project,” Clint said....��Oh, shi...shoot, sorry, man.” Tom flashed me a smile. “Cool, I'll get going.”“Later,” Clint nodded, watching Tom leave. The door closed behind him.“You're not hanging out with your friends any longer, Master,” I said.Clint shrugged. “I have a girlfriend now. Everyone knows when that happens...”“The boy gets pussy-whipped.” I let out a giggle then stopped. " Piece of cake," I responded with a grin. "I'll be back in a flash." Uh-uh-uhhhh, just a minute, Tess," Bianca started. "We're going with you!" I raised my eyebrows in question. "You didn't think we were gonna trust you on this one, did you?"Silly me... I climbed the steps to the Fine Arts Center, a group of five whispering, giggling girls at my heels. Being a music major on campus, I knew all the ins and outs of the massive building. Guessing Martinelli would probably be rehearsing for his. Thick smoked curled from the stove pipe protruding from the snow covered timber roof. A short distance from the cabin door, the creek wound through the steep terrain. Nearer the cabin, a little higher than the humble cabin, a dark opening blemished the mountain. This patch of mountain real estate was the Elder/Decker claim.The mine yielded little, yet demanded much in return. Bent backs, sore muscles, hours freezing in the cold water of the brook, or hard work digging deeper into the mountain.. Was he truly inhuman, invicible as some of his native thugs believed??? ?I will never forget the film in which I was forced to eat the dick and balls of a recently deceased ?teenager. The boy had died in a motorcycle accident and Mr. Black acquired the body. I had to watch as they cut the cock and balls off the dead teen and served them to me on a plate. The film was made to satisfy the cannibal tastes of certain clients. The camera kept lingering on the serene face of the dead boy, and then to.