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It was still very dark, but the dawn of Friday now was near. The huge Black man got out of the large but decrepit brick building in the middle of the junkyard and looked in the direction of the faint light just appearing over the horizon. Lighting a cigarette, he idly made a sort of program listing: it will be a nice hot day, he thought, and we’ll have a lot of work to do..... Hell, I’ve still got to break that stolen Plymouth for spares ..... Well, he shrugged, I’ve better things to think about, now. He walked slowly to the ample yard where he kept his four large dogs, one female Rottweiler, two Dobermans, one huge reddish-brown mongrel born from some crossing between a Dane and a Rottweiler, or so it looked, powerful and ugly. The bitch must be in heat, he thought, and the dogs were aching to get her, so he had to get her in a separate yard, otherwise the guard dogs would not have cared for intruders, they would have just chased that horny bitch around. And they couldn’t just stop them; even with this arrangement, they had howled a good part of the night, and they were sleeping since only one hour or so.
Marvin looked back at the brick building, and listened for a few seconds at the sounds coming from the inside. It was OK, he thought: a rhythmic grunting, some muffled groans and squeaks, the distant creaking of the old bed springs.... it had been a wonderful night, and he was ready for more. There was much more to come, anyway.