The drapes were drawn closed, blocking the bright noon day sun. I paged through the proofs of fashion editorials scattered on his light box and uncove...ed a collection of shots focused on one model. She was nude. And though the first few poses were artfully demure, others captured a more brazen and haughty stance. Her legs had fallen apart and her mouth was slightly ajar, as if inviting entry. She looked amazingly sexy in the smoldering light, which cast her body in dramatic curve loving. ‘Uh uh uhh little one. If you want me to flog you with my thick, heavy, flogger, you must respond (yes master, I want you to flog me). Say it…’ You wait for my reply… ‘Master please. Please flog me. I want you to flog me master…plz.’ I breathlessly beg. ‘That’s right baby.’ I hear you walk around in front of me. I dive into the pools of your sexy, masterful eyes, bathing in the trust found therein. Then I dart my eyes to the thick purple suede flogger in your hand. Anticipating the first wave. It was just like old times, with one little exception. I think we were both remembering that last night we had spent together, and it was something that was nervously on our minds."So I know about all the bad parts, tell me about some of the good ones," I prompted. "Surely there were some!" There were, but not sure you'd really care to hear about them," she told me truthfully. "I've gone through a lot of changes," she said wearing that serious look."That's obvious," I retorted, "But tell me. He had recently heard that Rudolph Diesel had demonstrated a new engine at the Exhibition Fair in Paris, France in 1898. This engine was much more efficient than the steam engine and would run on just about any liquid fuel. This engine was now for sale and Roland wanted to get one from Busch-Zulger Brothers Diesel Engine Company, the US manufacturer. He proposed to mount the engine in such a way that it could propel a steerable wagon loaded with one or more machine guns; this way we could carry.