And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed in...o a small room, and make sure nothing bad happens. Security. Of course, nothing bad ever does happen, but maybe it’s because people know there are cameras, people know there’s a man like me watching these screens. Security theater, they call it. Look it up.People feared me. Bad people feared me. I guess that made me a good man. But the most. "I looked at Catherine but she wouldn't catch my eye. I was appalled that this child was so used to her parent's lovemaking that she was only worried about their brittle bones. I'd only ever heard my parents once and that had traumatised me for weeks until my sister had explained things to me.She hesitated and then plunged on, apparently unembarrassed, "Have you been making love?" she wanted to know.I looked at Catherine again but she was challenging me to sort this one out with her sister.. Hotdog had also started dreaming. In his dream state he was on the prowl for a bitch. You see, he still hadn't realized that the juices he was drinking earlier acted as a trigger. But being only a dog, what did he know.((There he was on the prowl for any bitch in heat that he could find in the neighborhood. Sniffing away, he caught the scent of his mate to be and the hunt was on. He chased down one alleyway then another. Through one yard, then another. Still he couldn't find what he was looking. "Will." I pointed and he turned and look in thatdirection."What is it?" A cave, quite a large one but it's hidden by these trees and bushes,it's about twenty metres to your left." He looked again, shook his headand tried to move in that direction but was prevented by the bushes. Hemoved back towards me found a way through and disappeared from sight intothe undergrowth. I followed his example and moved towards the cave andafter only ten metres the shrubbery opened to reveal a large grassy.