"Patrick spotted his Grandfather off to the side. The old man gave him awink as the Mayor began to inform the crowd of what all was known and wasbeing...done to reverse the "Mindy Effect."Patrick half listened to what he had already heard many, many times thenight before and earlier that morning. Looking at the crowd as theylistened intently to the Mayor's words, the boy was soon lost in his ownthoughts. He almost laughed as he thought about his situation. He was the lone boyin a room full of. A lighting effect similar to the previous room occurred with a spotlight on holograms of four men with white loincloths wrapped around their hips toting a queen seated a throne balanced on their shoulders. The men set their monarch down on a raised stage. The queen banged the wooden stage once with her jeweled sceptre. Her subjects untied their loincloths. The fabric fell to the floor. Another bang. The quartet stroked their meat for their leader, as she gazed at them with approval.Quigley. He brushed my hair and told me I had the kind of face he liked. He drove to the corner, turned left, passed the front of the rec center, and clicked a button on a plastic box he had pulled from somewhere. Iron gates to a broad parking lot began to open. "Back in the back. Back behind them two buses."He pulled into a space between a block wall and the buses and he turned off the engine. He tugged his shirt and, just as before, his cock was as rigid as the metal poles that supported a few, sparse. As Colon settled in to a long loping stride he began thinking. Yes, Colon in common with most men had a masochistic tendency, but he'd never 'gone the whole hog' and got married. No Colon was thinking, about Death. You know Death, a tall, thin, bony guy with a black cloak, some hourglasses hanging from his belt and a big scythe.Colon and Death had an agreement; the deal was some nine hundred years old and over that period of time Colon came to the conclusion Death was as bent as a 'nine bob.