My other job wasn’t so great. I took a gig as a tech writer/editor on the other side of town in Dublin at an online library consortium, OCLC. Imagin... working with a crew of about 750 librarians and another 300 computer geeks. Yeah…My boss at OCLC was a grouchy little son-of-a-bitch named Siegfried Bauer. I imagined his middle name must have begun with the letter “O” … Oliver or something… never found out and didn’t want to. Bauer would hover around my “cubicle” (we didn’t have offices at OCLC). One day when I was about 9 or 10, we were at Sarah's house, playing inher room. My mother and Sarah's were downstairs doing there favouritepastime, chatting about this, that and goodness knows what.I looked at Sarah; she was wearing a lovely yellow sundress, which wentdown to just above her knees.'You look pretty in that dress, Sarah.'Sarah looked up and smiled, 'you look nice in your shorts and tee-shirttoo.'I looked down at myself and without thinking I said the first thing thatcame into my. After the strong men of the Kazonga Tribe defeated the Amazon hordes, they slaughtered as many of these evil bitches as they could. The few that were left alive they took as slaves. As should be done in times of war. Mala had been a strong warrior and a hater of men in her time. Now she was my slave. Existing only to do my bidding. Worth less than a dog in the eyes of Kazonga tribe lawmakers. Are the gods funny or what? I put a collar around Mala’s neck and showed her to the slave quarters.. The city's wealth was so great that coins were preferred for payment rather than the more common system of bartering goods for services.The two sisters, their clothes dirty and torn, were escorted to an old stone fort purchased by Bass with stolen booty two years prior. The women walked with their heads down, in deep embarrassment. A crowd had formed by the time they reached the fort and they were soon surrounded by drool—ing men and curious women.They had been shut in the dungeon of the old.