She gasped. It was obviously impossible, a trick of some sort. Nothing human could look like that. A snail looked better.He smiled and sat, his monstr...us organ hanging from the edge of his leather chair, quivering. "My face and groin were damaged in a boating accident nearly a year ago. One of the pleasures I had during recovery was looking at you. You have a fine body and you are quite imaginative. We were out on the Bay when a squall line dismasted her, thick aluminum main mast, snapped it. The gender switch took some adaptation butwas easily accepted as a minor issue in consideration of the reward.'Truth be told,' K had decided while looking in the mirror brushing outthe long dark locks of hair after a shower, 'it's interesting to seethe world from an alternate perspective.'In preparing the plan, K had had the thought, 'We're going to needcorrespondence, lots of correspondence,' and smiled. 'Did guns eversolve anything, or just end it?'The university administrators had. Again, I tried. Need some help? Super, he had found me again. No. Thanks. I tried again, but that fucking red light kept flashing. Thats funny, my rooms right here. Mmhmm. I mumbled. I thought, Just get in the room, away from the douchebag. I heard his door open and I saw three green flashes on my own door. I smiled, relieved. And then everything went black. My first sensation, after my throbbing head, was the tightness of fabric around my wrists. I opened my eyes and looked up. I saw a red tie. His thick arms heavily tattooed,burly chest and huge pot belly were barely contained by his faded bluesinglet; faded denim jeans hung beneath his large belly and his shoeswere prison issue boots, scuffed and poorly repaired.I recognised him immediately; it was Harry Watson; or 'Doc' Watson as hewas called by all who knew him. He was one of Eddie's 'enforcers'; agood mate of Iron-Bar Steve and just as ruthless.Harry stepped into the cell and held out his rough dirty hand to me. Itook it in mine.