“But I’m afraid her time has come.”“She outlasted Jingo,” I said. He’d been the first of the horses to go a year ago. “Gypsy’s thirty-...even.”“And she’s ready. She knows we’ll help her along. Just keep petting her and telling her you love her. I’ll take care of everything else.” He did. He was good and gentle. He’d been calling on our horses ever since we moved to the ranch. Gypsy didn’t even flinch when he injected the tranquilizer. She just let her head fall in Rhonda’s lap. We talked quietly. He started to piston in and out as the girl screamed in terror. The white girl felt a hot breath on her neck, her skin slithered with repulson. The violator continued to push and pull. Her body shook as he pounded her waist against the top of the tub. She wept in pain as her clit was crushed against porcelain bathtub. She wailed her daddy's name and mother's name hoping they would rescue her.The black men were yelling at her. They called her all kinds of names. They called her Cracker Bitch.. " Yeah, maybe. What do you think they're doing at the camp they're nottelling us about?" What camp?" I said, puzzled."C'mon, Jake," she said, "surely you noticed? Doc Summers told me theyhave camps named Alpha, Beta, and Delta, but the Greek alphabet runsAlpha, Beta, Gamma and then Delta. No way they missed a letter out.That's not how the military mind works. No, there's a Camp Gammaassociated with this stuff out there somewhere. And they don't want us toknow about it."I would have questioned. My boss was ready willing and able to help, but I told him that ‘I would handle it’ and thanked him for his concern. I was a secretary for an assistant DA, and I usually drowned myself in my work. During the day I was too busy to even think about the divorce. My boss was a well known prosecutor with the DA’s office here in Manhattan. When I got home it was a different story. The apartment that Dan and I shared was on the 5th floor in the Tribeca area in lower Manhattan. By all standards it was.