To Mark, he always looked like a man just a step from being a criminal himself."Hello, Dr. Hemmings," Mark greeted the tall physician as he walked in,...then asked him. "What happened? How is she?" I'll tell you what happened, Denning! That goddamned wild sonofabitch dog raped my fiancee, and I'm going to hang its hide as high as that flag on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm going to rip the bastard's nuts off!" Clete bitterly snarled, addressing the fact that Mark had warned. Or maybe it's John's couch. I always seem to fall asleep on it whenever I'm there.My dream had left me feeling unfulfilled and antsy. It had been intense. Anyway, in the dream I'm bound to this big pillar, my arms wrapped around it and my face rested against cool stone. I hear the footsteps of someone behind me. It's my Master, or at least its my soon-to-be-Master. In my dream I realize that I'm not a slave, not yet, but I'm being inspected to be sold.Of course I'm naked, except for a collar,. The book is so enticing that after a while, I was completely engulfed into the story, the handsome rebellious romantic prince, and the blonde green-eyed beauty, that I didn't hear a car pulling up to the back gate of that "estate". When I look up from the book, needing a break from the ecstasy of the fictitious sex scene that made me wet and antsy, I see there's a white sports car parked by the gate. How long has the car been there I have no idea. The car is so beautiful, and I've never seen. We got off the bus at the end of my street, and while the other kids headed home, Randall and Jerome held me there. Randall looked at me and said, “What the fuck you doin’ living in our neighborhood white boy? Don’t you know you have to ask our permission to be on these streets? If you ask us real nice like, we might not kick your scrawny ass for you.” I decided to play their game, and thought for a minute before I replied, “Please guys, give me a break. I’m asking now for your permission to…”.