Bob saw what I was doing and came over to me, "Let me" he said as he reached down to take my cock in his hand. "Did you like that?" he asked softly "D...id you like watching your whore being whipped?" he added "Fuck yeah man" I said "That was fuckin' awesome" I added "Would you like to whip my whore?" he then asked me. I was stunned. He actually was wanting to know if I wanted to whip Edna like she whipped Carmen. "You serious?" I asked "Fuck yeah" he answered back "Give you a chance to find out. It threw lots of lead at lots of places. Pete's game was like a really good sniper rifle, it could zero in on a specific item of information. It was all in the programing. I was programed for a different purpose. Also my memory was filled with useless shit from my past. At least the guys at the farm felt it was useless. I didn't agree of course."Alright be back here with all the answers at 8AM tomorrow sharp," I demanded, "Now go get everything that you can imagine into your game." Pete left. “Self-less sacrifice for the good of the team” was our company motto. Recruits Lisa Lovejoy and Jenna Thompson, were perfect recruits, except like every recruit, they had basic human needs that often clashed with their training objectives. After these two “Privates” were caught sleeping in the same bunk, I had to issue appropriate punishments to each. The Army has a “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell" policy, and I made sure that I followed that policy explicitly. I had both recruits in my office, standing. Joey had chosen a life of crime just as he had chosen another path. There was no going back.He stood near the fence, looking around. It was dark except for the flood lights and the cameras. There were two men standing near the front porch smoking cigarettes and talking in low voices. He was sure there were dogs. He took out a pair of binoculars and scanned the windows. There was no movement anywhere. He was pretty sure Vincent Delino was dead. He also suspected that Gambini had ordered the hit..