#85670 - The long zealously guarded right to private possession of firearms by individual citizens had proved to be as ineffective as it had been thought paranoid. And the sharp pain of the fork’s long tines pricking playfully and selectively into different places on his naked belly and then—damn—briefly but playfully—at least that is how he gauged his master’s intention from his wide grin—into his groin—his right balls’ sack, to be precise—was only relatively painful now that the charcoal fire’s heat was blisteringly hot on his backside, now feeling some slight release as the rotor turned it sidewise and upward, and Jeff had again to shut his eyes as they were brought to stare into the fire. How had young Jeff come to this pretty pass, become the reddening, sweat-glistening center of attention, a mouth-wateringly attractive, muscular slab of meat rotating for perhaps two to three more hours before coming to rest on the grooved pewter platter now resting a yard or so away from the pit? His o