As a slave, i have no rights whatsoever but must accept that i am a piece of property, owned completely by my Master, to be used in any way he sees fi.... i must obey all commands and orders without hesitation, without question; it is enough that he wishes it, no matter what it may be. He can punish me and discipline me whether i have done anything to deserve it or not - it is a high honour that my Master should deign to whip my worthless body or grant me permission to worship his tall leather. Jimmy chuckled nervously. “Count us fucked for sure.”“Not exactly comforting,” I said sarcastically, trying to keep things light, but deep down was shitting bricks.Our adversaries had every advantage over us including skill, numbers, experience, home turf and the high ground. We didn’t stand a chance and I knew it.“Hello!” I finally thought to call out as the angry crew continued to glare in my general direction.They didn’t reply so I continued riding closer still. I carefully took stock as I. My mouth was wide open. She sat at the table. We ordered some drinks. I asked how did this happen. She told me that she was in the parlor the whole day after her shopping. She came directly from the parlor. We had some starters and drinks.After some drinks, we moved to the dance floor. I was holding her, and she was leaning on me. We started dancing. I took her in my control, and I was feeling her body. I was biting her on the neck, and she was moaning. I told my mom that I couldn’t forget this. G2 was tired and weak. He hadn’t had food since ... He couldn’t remember exactly. His bottle and the loaf of bread had run out on the train. A big sign near the river said “No panhandling.” Bums seemed to be ignoring the sign as they approached people asking for a couple of bucks, sometimes even grabbing hold of a sleeve if a passerby ignored them. These were people that G2 didn’t want to be involved with. He turned south on Whitaker and saw a man give two dollars to a woman selling flowers..