He didn’t identify with the torturers, expressing rage at his situation, as one would expect. Instead he felt a warmth come over him at the idea of ...eing tied and humiliated and tortured. Perhaps he was hoping to be killed? No. He had no wish to die, even though his days were unbearably tedious. But every time one of these scenes was presented he became more and more fascinated.“Marius, come here.” It was the commander. “Do you realize that today is your anniversary? You’ve been with us two. I put an arrow through him quite easily. I go over and pull him from the water after he stops moving. He is mostly white and has a black stripe on each wing. He weighs a good 15 pounds or more. This will make a nice gift for my new friends, er, friends-to-be. We continue on our way after I quickly gut the bird.We come to the camp and are spotted as soon as we come into sight. We stop and wait. This is always the tricky part. Three men trot out to see me. They have spears. From what I have. Bill had folded again and Tim and Jory were competing enthusiastically. Kathleen had put some music on the stereo and beckoned George into the living room to dance with her. Since Kathleen didn’t have shoes on, George removed his. They danced and George told her a little about himself and how he had ended up in this poker game. Kathleen smelled of bourbon and perfume, she seemed a little tipsy, stumbling against George twice as they danced. She let him hold her closely and put her face close. . I don't know the guy." What," she said, "you've never had a one-nighter before?" Pausing, Doris lit a cigarette.Feigning aggravation, I came back at her. "You've no right... " Hey," Doris spat at me, her voice rising dangerously high, "I'm doing you a favor, now if you don't... " It's not that... damn it, it's the way you've gone about it. I'll look like a slut to him and his army of friends." Rachel," Doris leered, "in many ways you are a slut." Fuck you too, Doris." I countered. But she'd.