He also decides which of us he will use to empty his great ox’s testicles and calm his sadistic instincts for one night. We are his whores and oars,...his amusement, his little toys. CRRRRRRRRAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK! “—AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”God! It was the young girl who rows next to me... Pigs! I can hear them laughing up there. They’ve got women in with them too. They make me sick. The Overseer stops in front of us. Is he going to give me a lash too? I row harder, I row with all my strength.. It was a quiet Friday night that I met up with Molly Malone who lived directly across the street from my parent's house. She was a little unsteady because she had already had a couple of beers down at McGinty's Alehouse and was in a very playful mood to be sure.She almost dragged me into the alley between her house and the funeral parlor next door and told me to lift her skirts in the back."I want to be pounded by your "Monster" Mister Donovan. Show me no mercy!"It didn't take me but the blink. If for some sick reason, one wanted to ride in real traffic, she would be forced to ride to the mall area.There were a few old established neighborhoods around town whose streets could be used for exercise. I knew where they were and the best times to ride through them. Anytime actually was good for the classy old neighborhoods, since traffic was always light there.There were also a few areas best left off the bicycle route. Those were some housing projects built in the seventies and eighties. ”“It is what it is.”Once he returned to his car, Peter pulled out his cell phone and made a call.“Dave, this is Peter.”“What’s up Peter?”“I wanted to know how things are going there.”“Slow. I know you spent a fortune on these computers, but it’s taking forever to compute anything. I need something bigger.”“Then you’ll be glad to learn that I’ve got a computing platform for you to use.”“When will you deliver it?”“It’s not moving.”“Where is it?”“Ohio.”“That’s a long way from here. I guess I can.