Finding myself suddenly alone and not sure where everyone else was I decided to go over and shower. I got my wash kit from my tent and headed over. As...I got real close I could see a jet black pony tail just poking out around the corner of the block. I slowed right down and heard voices. One was a boy’s voice I didn’t recognise- presumably from the other uni. The other was undoubtedly Sarah. They were kissing, loud wet sloppy kisses, and between kisses they were talking quietly. The boy was. It was her fifth castration today.Sue was a professional castratrix. She started out as an animal castrator, working on a farm that her uncle owned. Having collected a lot of experience with the farm animals, Sue then moved to the professional army. She was trained to kill. When fighting, Sue really used to kill and injure the enemy, with the machine gun and other weapons she had. But when there were enemy hostages taken, then Sue had to castrate the men. Meantime, Sue researched and refined. "No one there, is there? Wife, girlfriend, mother," she said with a giggle."No," I replied, for I had no one.I know I'm not ugly, it's just I'm no good with women."Good, then let's go," she said.The drive was made in almost complete silence. I glanced at her legs once when her airline skirt road up her perfect thigh."Eyes on the road or we'll crash," she said sternly. "You can look at my legs all you want later."At last we got there and my front door closed behind us."Nice place," she said. She got all the adolescent boys to take Histromycin, using financial incentives and grants.Oprah: Did they all sign up?Dr. Haywood: Well, a lot of factors were at work. A lot of parents were at wit's end. They couldn't keep their kids out of other kids beds. So many of them forced their sons to sign up. Other boys did it for the money from the grant. And once a good number had signed up, there was a certain amount of peer pressure for the others to do the same. Imagine a teenage boy who hasn't.