." Ahh, yes. I do believe I have. But she couldn't be your wife, sir. She was..."He stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes now drifting upward as he seemed...to savor the memory."Why? Why couldn't she? What do you mean?" Steven asked in near panic."I had a wife once, a very pretty one, much like yours, if I may say so, sir. She had tastes, for, well, certain things I couldn't provide. I returned to our home one day to find her enjoying a ride on a rather well-endowed young man in our own bed."The man. Like I had for the last forty years, I unconsciously twirled it effortlessly around the fingers of my left hand. I looked down at it and mused. I wonder if it was finally time? I immediately purged that thought from my mind. No, not yet. I carefully placed it back in the jewelry box in my dresser drawer, next to the yellowing letter. When I was seven years old I discovered I was invincible. The morning that changed everything started out like every other morning. I got up early, as usual, and. The ride home was uneventful until the 301 North intersected route 50; that intersection and ramp was a hi-speed merge into six lanes gradually dropping to three lanes.The convoy was made up of two Maryland State police cars in the lead, then the four Suburbans, and then two Transit Authority cars bringing up the rear. The convoy was in the hi-speed lane.From the 301 south ramp four dump trucks merged onto US 50 in the outside slow lanes doing anything but slow. When the convoy started to pass. It took their Master a long evening with the cane to get them to admit that they tried to dominate each other to please the other. But since both thought of themselves as heterosexual and had no dominant fibre in their bodies. And so they approached him.Even though they weren’t identical twins they looked alike in an astonishing way. Even though that had changed after they approached their Master. Both craved pain and humiliation from the beginning. But the first night they both knelt in front.