Then he spoke and all others went silent. His words were delivered in a tone that, even not knowing what he was saying, I knew. It was a tone that any...commander would give a testicle to be able to pull off. Pure authority. The Prime Minister spoke that way. The King. The Yank’s President … well, a few of them. And here he was, this old goat herder in a dusty tent in the middle of Hell’s loo, and he had it. In spades. What he said caused a hush. Then a rustle of cloth, and I was being held to. I gave her a couple of Tens, and told her to go up front and get rolls of quarters with them. I put the handle in her hand, and told her to act like I still have it in MY hands.I watched as she went up to the counter, she kept her proud stance. The lady knew what the bills were for, and gave her the rolls.It was on her way back to me that she got the first question. An overweight 40 something, asked her about the leash. She answered a little louder than she needed to, but I think she was hoping. Heidi cringed at the sound of her son's names on this monster's lips. "Tell him I'll see him again really soon."Heidi's face blanched. Was he threatening her son? It took all of Heidi's control not to start throwing punches at Carl's smug face. That wouldn't accomplish anything."What did you say?" Heidi's voice was carefully controlled, but lethal."Look," Carl negotiated, "All we are asking for is ten thousand dollars or so. I don't think that is unreasonable, considering the amount of money. I won’t scream though because I haven’t quite passed over into being completely socially incapable but can you hear it? “Please!” I say and now I look pathetic, horny but pathetic, at that moment I know that I will cry out when you plunge into me, I will beg you over and over again, you wont know what I’m begging for so you’ll keep ploughing into me over and over, harder and harder, and the begging will continue, it’ll become more urgent so you’ll keep obliging me until we reach a level you.