" If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times you are not to touch yourself unless I allow it.” he whispers in my ear. “Sorry, I...couldn’t help myself.” I respond meekly. He puts a blindfold over my eyes and then turns me around and roughly grabs my tits and pulls on them. He squeezing them painfully. I try to cover them with my arms and hands, when I feel the knife blade against my throat again. “ You shall be punished for this indiscretion.” he all but growls at me. I. “I’ll bet ... but right now scrap steel is selling for a buck a ton delivered to the railhead. A dollar a ton won’t pay for fuel to say nothing about truckers wages. It’s sitting here because you can’t sell it. I’ll buy it for scrap and take my chances. Fourteen thousand pounds. Seven tons. Seven bucks ... off the lot.” Off the lot meant he had to load it.He looked at the Peterbuilt and lowboy rumbling at the gate, looked at me, a recently 19 year old, and a girl to boot ... who ... I will. Whats your name? I think of a quick name. Carew.. Carew is the name whats yours? She replies with a name that matches her body and beauty.. ZAMA..After a few rounds I start getting ideas. Think of how badly I want to jump in her pants and rattle her bones.. Bar closes in 5 min last round I hear...I walk back to my car thinking of how I will jerk off to the thoughts of zama.. when she is standing in the parking looking pissed.. Whats wrong zama? as she tells me her lift isn't coming..20 min. P.S.--I now believe in Italian banditti.Below these lines were written, in a strange hand, the following in Italian:--Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere.Luigi Vampa."If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands, by seven o'clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live."This second signature explained everything to Franz, who now understood the objection of the messenger to.