"The warehouse was a converted produce market. There were loading docks on both sides, then strings of blocky rooms opening out, with a spinal hallway... It was useful for separating periods and types of costumes. You could drive a truck directly to the one you wanted. I owned the place, but it was years since I had spent time there. Pedro led us to the part of the building furthest from the gate. Once inside, I immediately recognized the costumes to Dorian Gray.You had to know her well to see. "We've wasted enough time on this shit." He looked at me. "Goodbye James," he said "It's been a pleasure doing business with you." I felt a wave a fear pass over me and tried once more to break free. But it was not use. The doctor reached over and flipped a switch on the box. The box began humming then the pitch and intensity began to increase. Then it stopped making any noise at all. Suddenly it felt as if the top of my head had been torn off. I screamed in pain and shock as the memories began. Dexter said, “That’s right. He did the overall design, and then contracted out some design tasks to others. He gives them requirements and they design to the requirements. They have total authority over their designs. He can say that their design didn’t meet the requirements, and that becomes their fault. He can point out flaws in their design. Then they have to fix the design. Of course, his requirements could have been bad, and that’s his fault. He has to fix the requirements. It’s really. A pink pancake size fist closed over the tiny squeak that she meant to screech in shock, until she subsided limp in the massive black’s arms.Bob dragged her out away from the shower and laid her on the floor. Her body glistened in the wet, still a bit soapy in a few places. They ignored the tiny light mauve Gilette lady razor she had dropped.“Fucking great knockers,” Ted leered, flicking her stubby pale pink nipples. “Like that too, cute isn’t it?” pointing at the teen’s trimmed but shaped.