Now customers come for you. Each one you do as he tells. After each you clean yourself damned quick. Customer not pleased the eunuch whip you. Custome... pleased we feed you." Master. What do you mean? What customer?" she dared to ask."This Officers' Brothel," he said, "Customers come you make them happy. Otherwise whipping."After he had left she sat on the divan and wept. She had been bought for a brothel when she had thought the Colonel was to be her Master. Well he was, but she was just a. -Pero como tienes tanta energía? -me respondió sonriendo. -Pues mira, será que me pones -le dije sin vergüenza ni tapujos. Habiendo hecho lo que habíamos hecho, no había necesidad alguna de volverse recatado ahora.-Jajaja, anda, frótame la espalda que no llego -dijo ella dando el tema por zanjado y poniéndose de espaldas a mí. Su espectacular trasero quedó a la altura de mi abdomen, y puse las manos encima suavemente. Había cuatro marcas rosadas en cada nalga, de cuando la había empujado contra. Which tragedy distracted me somewhat from the emergence of its owner, a woman in standard issue outdoor gear - green gore-tex and a fleece hat - who proceeded to attempt to drag a by now extremely friendly dog off my leg while simultaneously greeting me ... by name.I have to confess that I might well have let some surprise show on my normally impassive physiognomy. Or, to be honest, I gave her a sort of gobsmacked goggle, descending jaw very nearly landing in the pool of spilled beer ... which. Let's go Jones dinner. Even pigslike you have to eat. Get out here. Jones left the cell and followedthe other prisoners already in line. The cafeteria was down one level. Jones saw that he was going underground. The Cafeteria was one level below ground. The line was slow and bytime Jones was ready to sit down there was not many places to sit left. A big guy across the room motionedfor him to come over and sit down. Jones looked at the guy. He looked likea big teddy bear. Jones went across.