He looked at the caller ID and did not recognize the number. He reached out and hit the speaker talk button. “Hello,” he said.“Mr. Sheffield?”...The voice was soft and feminine, high pitched like a c***d’s, but with a tone of certainty and command. The words were not so much a question as a statement. “Yes, this is John Sheffield. Who is calling?”“Mr Sheffield, my name is Ann Rogan. We have not been introduced, but I believe that you have been looking for some new, eh, shall we say, female. How many times do Ihave to tell you?" She walked up to him and strapped him on his barelegs. "I will shorten the shackles if you cannot do as I say." He hadbeen at this for over an hour. Mistress Bridget had bought him these newshoes and an outfit he was yet to see - he suspected that she was goingto take him out somewhere in it and he was anxious about the thought. Hewas trying hard but he just had trouble for some reason and he was aboutto burst into tears. Mistress Janice walked up to. “You were a gangsta.”“No! I wasn’t,” Cleavon glared at him. “I had some clients that were though.”“Oh,” Reed asked.“Yeah! I was a C.P.A.”“They’re always fucking us up,” Joel interjected.“I doubt they got you like they got me,” the Black man shot back. “The white boys got d**g charges dropped and only charged with contract crimes. They came straight to Club Fed. I got the full book thrown at me. I got put in prison for real. I’m not bitter. I’m just keeping my head down till I get out.”Joel and. To the girl sitting naked and dripping into the towel Brenda's parents had placed on my chair, it sounded noble if unnecessary. Then I realized that fabrics were all around me from carpets to drapery to the very cloth upon the dinner table. Maybe not so unnecessary after all, I thought.Michael was wearing sandals, baggy cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. I was wearing my collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. The boy was definitely overdressed as far as I was concerned and I realized Brenda had.