Somewhere within the communal showers of Watchpoint Gibralter there is a partition that seems to be for a closet. On either side are two shower stalls with what appears to be a metal cover for old spiggots. They slide over and depending on the side you can be entertained by an eager mouth or a plump backside or slick cunt every sunday. For five hours. They call it ‘moral duty’ and everyone is eager to see if the elder Shimada is as good as his little brother is at that duty. (may write this ltr)