"Welcome Brian. So glad you could make it." He still had a firm grip on my hand as if to confirm his dominance as he spoke. "Come on back to the movie... room. She hasn't arrived yet and we are all just watching some porn while we get ready to fuck that sweet little ass."He finally let go of my hand and I walked through the house, following him back down a hallway, into a stairway that went down to the basement. The basement was big and dark, with the only light coming from a huge TV at the end of. It first started happening when I was hunting for food in the mountains, then seemed to grow stronger at Parris Island in Marine Corps Boot Camp and by the time I completed my first mission in Iraq, it had become part and parcel of who and what I was.Usually, just a minute or so before “eliminating” someone, time just seemed to slow down.In addition, I would have an almost otherworldly feeling of supreme clarity.I would suddenly start hearing sounds that I knew I would otherwise never have been. At length, there’s nothing more to do; we’re squared away. Coffee is brewed and we’re sitting in the saloon sipping. Then it’s time to move, coming up to eleven. Our passengers will be arriving soon, and Sheila and Deirdre will begin preparing lunch. Light, because we’ll need to be getting under way soon after fourteen hundred.“I’ll go and stand on the quay,” I said, “if that suits, Geoff. It would probably be a good idea if you were to be the one to keep an eye on passengers climbing across. That page, little by little, was turning into opium for me. He could not spend a single day without going in and seeing his photographs, his videos, the threads and opinions of his members. As a spy, camouflaged in my anonymity, greedily assumed all the concepts, all the little mysteries of that world that ever fascinated me more.Thanks to a particularly interesting intervention, I met a master. A real one. The day we left to meet, the pulse was beating frantically. It's one thing to fantasize,.