The dates varied from 2000 to 2012. The majority of the folders contained anywhere from two to five video files. I started with the folder marked 2005.... I knew the ones earlier contained only photos.2012 had three video files and I clicked on the first one.The computer monitor filled up with a shot of a bed with the covers pulled down. An elderly lady walked into the scene and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her salt and pepper hair was cut short and as she glanced into the lens of the camera she. "Arnold." I said, taking her hand. "Arnold Ziffle." Like the pig in Green Acres?" she asked.I hung my head and nodded. That's been a sore spot my entire life. She smiled. Not an evil smile, but an understanding one. "Why don't we go someplace quiet to talk?" she asked.My jaw must have dropped. She took my hand and led me through the bar. It felt like every eye in the place was on me. Everyone must have been asking themselves the same question, 'Why him?' To be honest, I was asking the same. That got Asper plenty close enough fer me ta stab at him with the point on my tomahawk.He brushed my tomahawk aside with his left arm; that bastard wuz a hell of a lot stronger than he looked! The point on my tomahawk head tore a gash in his shirt, but jus' scratched him a little on the side as he twisted out of the way. By now, he had turned loose of the whip an' leaned back ta pick up a short club like you see toughs carry in the city.I had recovered from my lunge an' flicked my wrist ta. On more than one such occasion, the sexual activity didn’t even really include her.Connie, one of her friends from work was about to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday and Kara had discussed with me the possibility of doing a show for her and a few of her closest friends. I agreed, although I felt a little odd about performing the acts that to this point had only been prepared for in private in front of one of Kara’s coworkers.Since Connie was a huge comic book fan, the theme for the show.