“I honestly don’t know. He has a plan,” the man in black explained.“Do you mean God?” I asked.“God, the devil they are both the same. The ...ntity has good days and not so good days, just like anyone else,” according to the man in black.“So I move on to somewhere else. Do I get a choice?” I asked.“What does it matter, you want know either way. You start with a clean slate. As a matter of fact you have already started. Like I said I don’t really know, but I don’t think you start over in some. Was my obsession a perversion or a Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I watched a movie called crash when I was thirteen, too young I know, but in the scene the girl wearing calipers asks for help to get in to the convertible, her legs constrained with the metal braces and her short skirts rode high up her upper thighs and exposed her crotch, for me seeing that seemed to fulfill a sexual desire as it was no coincidence people told me I looked like her or she reminded them of me, seeing and. In the back room the man who won the bidding and four other men came in to see the girls they had just bought My name is Jason the winning bidder addressed himself to Steve the head inspector and butcher These are my friends, they will each be taking the meat from one of the girls he said looking toward Jessica But I want her he added pointing to Jessica. After much more fondling and personal inspections of the meat animals by the winning bidders and with the money paid, instructions given,. Over the next half hour she falls off her barstool 3 or 4 times and her old man pulls her back up everytime but the last time, he just gets up and walks out the door, leaving miss piglet fumbling for her balance. We started to laugh a bit loud I guess, she took exception and started on my friend calling him an ass, a prick, dumb fuck, etc. I told her she better hurry up and catch her old man, stumbling she headed for the door but it was too late, he was tear-assing out of the parkinglot. She.