He writhed around in agony, his hands still cuffed behind his back. I pulled him up by the hair onto his knees.“Get the fuck over there, bitch,” I...said in my dangerous voice. Kareem whipped the belt against Tyson’s back, and with humiliation in his eyes, he started waddling towards my father. My father hawked back and spit in his face, and he hung his head in shame.“Now start sucking, baby,” Dad said with a wicked smile as I took the vise out of Tyson’s mouth. “You suck it like a dirty little. Ordered him up, he had to go all blabbering, my boot to the ribs shocking him, on his hands and knees, Lisa stomped his hand with her kneel, called him a fag, good for her, his weeping getting tiresome, telling him we hadn't hurt him yet. Emptied out the backpack, we cuffed him, he let us, the sheep, did he think I was going to tickle him, his arms over head to the sprinkler pipe, legs cuffed wide apart to the baseboard pipes, his toes barely touching, Sucking a Bud, watching the girls roughly. "Anybody else?"She shook her head again with a grin. "And I haven't swived a man since you left town either," she said. "Nary a one, for fun or profit." Well, then," I suggested, smiling back, "maybe it's time you did."We finished mopping our trenchers, emptied our tankards and adjourned to a comfortable room above stairs. It took us very little time to get rid of our clothes and get under the quilts. She had a small but lovely body. She hugged me and kissed me, she thanked me and praised me,. I know you want to be a professional player some day. I’ll break so many bones you won’t be able to play chess. Your pitching arm? I’d pull it out of the socket, hyper-extend the elbow and break it in two places just because I’m a thorough sort of guy. If I’d laid a beating into you, you’d still be in surgery.”“You think you’re really that tough?” he sneered and I sighed.“Would you like to see what Marlene Garrett got when she attacked me on Monday?” I asked him and turned around to go get my.