All the others feared him, and without Uno around Ricardo thought the others would gather and fall in line. Chop the head off the chicken and become t...e new head, as simple as that. But when? Soon, Ricardo thought, within the next couple of days if possible. They were wasting precious time, beyond what their bank of time could afford, and the most maddening part of it was that nobody seemed to realize it.Okay, when was settled. Next question, how? The matter called for a certain amount of. "They fuckin' serve me!"He played the riff a few more times, variations of this phrase running through his head, searching for a lyrical rhythm that went with the music. At last he came up with one."You're here to service me," he sang as the riff ground out. "You're here to service me. You're here to ser-vice me! You're here to ser-vice me!"He could hardly hear his own voice over the sound of the guitar, but that didn't matter. He heard it in his mind and he liked it. He envisioned that phrase. He rotated a small switch on the cord, and sat back with a satisfied grin. He wasn’t examining her at all…and the device that he had just entered into my wife wasn’t even a medical instrument…it was a high tech *****! The sides of the ***** were slightly pliable, and a rotating piece inside produced an alternating pressure on her already stretched-to-the-max ***** walls. I later found out that a tiny electrical current was also being sent through the *****, causing a barely perceptible. I’m not bigoted.I have a lot of heterosexual friends!But I’m not just talking about extending pride to mean heterosexuality, I’m asking for it to encompass all ethical forms of sexual expression, even the ones that extend past our personal boundaries. I wonder where so many of us got this idea that should we be interested in something sexually that our partner either does not enjoy, or frankly finds repulsive, this would be the terminal end of our relationship.Then again I’m biased.I contradict.