”“Yes?”“Things look creepy. Fowler things. He’s a real sicko.”“Talk to me.”“Here. Jesse will.”When I hung up, I wanted another sho...er. And a three-hour bath. To unsee some of the Fowler images that my mind projected across the screen.The Sullivans had found three deranged video clips on Fowler’s laptop. From his time in Iraq. Example:Shaky camera, dimly lit, dusty room. Terrified mother and father, one son, one daughter. Civilians. A voice behind the camera boomed, “ES is in the house!”Fowler,. They are just drinking their booze, playing pool, or whatever, just carrying on with normal bar activities. Seeing these guys, made me feel like nothing more than a piece of furniture, nothing more than a sleeve for their cocks, which is exactly what I am. They would walk up behind me, pull out their cocks and fuck away. Some of them were gentle, for lack of a better term, slowly pushing inside of me, gaining their momentum then moving to my face to finish off then squirt in the pitcher.. He had won; my will was broken. I resigned myself that this is how my life was now going to be and that very soon, my son would be fucking me and I would not only let him, but I would enjoy it."Do you love me, pet?" he asked me as he looked down at me into my eyes."Yes, Master. I love you," I replied honestly."Will you do all I ask of you now that you belong to me, pet?"The words were coming out of David's mouth, but these were the exact same words his father had once said to me. The words from. So will you take the sixty-five?" I guess I could take that," I said trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.The warehouse guy immediately started loading stuff into the big stake bed truck they had brought.While we were loading the stuff up, Fred commented, "This stuff looks like some equipment that Simpson tool and Die used to have. They have a welding division that's about the best in the state. Since the old man died, the business hasn't done too well. His kid just doesn't know how to.