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activities. One of them, Bernard Davis, was extra loud.
         “So, I take the drill and start driving it into her fucking skull,” Bernard was saying. “And she starts like vibrating, all like this.” He rolled his eyes in his head and started gyrating in his chair. The rest of the men laughed at his demonstration. “Yeah, it was funny as hell. She was still alive. I never had one twitch like that.”
         “I have,” George Robinson said. “It’s been awhile. If you can fuck up their brain just right when they’re still alive, you’ll get that twitching shit. Though usually they do it once they’re dead for a few seconds.”
         Denny stood listening to them. He found the conversation at The Club much more entertaining than at a usual country club. He never liked golf anyway. Though he did bash a girl’s head in with a golf club once.
         “Hey Denny, we didn’t see you there. Where’s your pal? I thought you were bringing a new guy tonight ,” George asked.
         “Eh, didn’t work out too well I’m afraid ,” Denny said.
         “Oh shit. What happened?”
         “I guess I should have filled him in a bit more. He didn’t want to hurt her. Refused to even touch her. He really pussed out.”
         “Shit man. What’d they do to him? They kill him?”
         “Nah. I talked them into letting him stay here to work. So they put him on cleanup.”
         “Holy shit,” George said. “He’s gonna wish they killed him. How long does he have to stay?”
         “For good. That’s what they told me.”
         “You serious? That’s fucked up. See, that’s wh y I don’t even have any friends outside of here. I can’t just tell someone about this place,” George said.
         “Yeah. Oh well. I need a drink.” Denny walked to the bar and ordered a beer. He came back over and sat down with the other guys. There were about a dozen of them total sitting around. Denny didn’t know all of their names. Some members came every week. Others only showed up once in a while. Memberships are passed down generation to generation. So it’s not like someone can walk in off the street and sign up. It’s one way of many that The Club stays shielded from authorities. If someone is bringing a guest, they must be closely vetted. Caleb had been vetted but doesn’t mean they will follow through once they arrive.
         Several years ago, Denny had heard an undercover cop or FBI agent had somehow made it in. They figured him out somehow and he was disposed of. There was no other word from law enforcement after that incident. Denny wasn’t sure what kind of safeguards they had in place, but he knew they were thorough.
         “So I didn’t get to finish mine. It was going really well too ,” Denny said.
         “More dental work?” Bernard asked.
         “Yeah,” Denny laughed. “Maybe I should have been a dentist. Not sure why I get such a kick out of it.”
         “I don’t know man. I’ve never fucked with their teeth. I didn’t want to put my hands in their mouth ,” Bernard said.
         “I use a vice type thing to keep it open so they can’t bite me. Once I yanked out all a girl’s teeth and made her suck my dick.”
         “Oh shit! What was that like?”
         “Got my dick all bloody. She was so fucked up she didn’t do very well. So I cut her throat and fucked the hole in her throat,” Denny said as he took a sip of his beer.
         “Oh! Boom! That is crazy shit man ,” Bernard said as the other men broke out in laughter.
         “Yeah. I like to be creative. Keeps things interesting.”
         Denny finished off his beer and stood, walking into the lobby. He really did feel bad for Caleb. The plan had been to surprise him with the activities at The Club, and the two could exchange stories later of their conquests. Denny couldn’t think of a better male bonding experience. Forget golf or even