" Oh you can bet your ass that I'll do the right thing," Cargill said. "Whiting is as good as gone." We're glad to hear you say that," he said with a ...mile.They exchanged a few more pleasantries with each other and then signed off. Once the terminal was blank Cargill sighed and opened his desk drawer, taking out a bottle of Vodka. He poured himself a healthy shot and put it in his stomach. He then lit up a cigarette and took a long, satisfying puff.His terminal flared to life again a moment. One of sixteen auspicious days in the ten month two hundred eighty day calendar devised by the Master. Thanking the Master for his knowledge, this slave begins the chronicle.Oneday, first day of Am, 7851Chronicle 7Master sits upon a leather chair, deep red in color. The room is one hundred forty four feet square. There are two bookcases made of solid cherry wood, each bookcase is filled with first editions. Biographies of humanity's greatest, sit next to classic works of fiction. Upon each. I let her have the time she needed. If she had something important to say, I wanted to hear it.She took another sip of her beer."Arlene said that I'd have to let Ricky Elgood be the first to fuck me if I wanted to make the squad."That was seriously bad news. I was pissed.It also explained why she had looked quite so worried a moment ago. Having sex wasn't something in the dim and distant future. It was suddenly rearing its ugly head, and Mary-Lou wasn't quite so confident that she could handle. It went back and forth until we figured it out and turned the sheet and managed to get everything covered properly. Whew! Finally! Michelle said we needed to celebrate with another doughnut. We each got ourselves a doughnut and walked on into the bedroom through the galley kitchen. I noticed that Michelle had ***********ed a custard filled, I had a raspberry jelly. We both ate in silence as we looked about the room. I guess we were both lost in thoughts of things that had happened in.