It was mid-summer, New Orleans, and very hot. Even once the sun set, the city was still stifling hot with the heat and humidity of the day. Marco enjo...ed this season best. The warmth, heat and general location meant that his prey were usually very scantilly clad How he hated rumaging through layers of clothing to eat his food. After donning his usual garb, black butt hugging jeans, and a black wife beater shirt, he stepped out of his colonial estate, inhaling the scents of the n ght. He took. "This is too weird for me Jefferson," he said to a fat black man watching the action. They were all older men, all fat, though Jefferson was immensely so, and had gray hair. "Sure, I always wanted to have sex with a white woman, but I have three kids. I love my wife, though lord I wish she had this hot body. Maybe if I wasn't marr..." Come on bro, fucks the bitch. She wants it." Jefferson had several cameras around him as well as video cameras and apparently planned on filming the. Depressing the white globe made the view screen on the left activate. Startled, she stared at a brick wall. The time read 10:37 am. The same time she had repositioned the gate to face the back wall before heading around front for her car.“Huh,” she muttered. “Manually repositioning the gate readjusts the time.”Confused, yet curious, she depressed the red globe. It clicked, and while the view remained unchanged, the date and time were replaced by multi-colored coordinates: red, blue and green,. “What’s so bad about that, she’s been your lover all this time hasn’t she?” Nina asked Helen.“After you left Sara needed me Nina. She was my lover, but she was my equal too, never my slave Nina.” Sara answered.“What’s so bad about her wanting to be your love slave Helen?” Nina demanded.“She insists that I punish her Nina. She has some nasty scars on her back and some ugly bruises on her arms and legs right now. Damn it Nina, how do you punish the person you love. I just can’t do it.” Helen.