.. less civilized ... part of the populace." I'm given a fairly free hand in how I run this place. We've had very few escapes. And most of them didn't... survive the night, ah'm sorry to report. My guards are all hand picked. They know how to handle men like like Mr. Jonas here," he said, gesturing behind us. I turned to see the largest, meanest looking black man I'd ever set eyes on. He was at least 6' 8" tall, and probably weighed 350 pounds if he weighed an ounce. He had three pairs of shackles. The more intelligent readers will have already figured out my favorite comic book character was always Dr. Strange. Perhaps I should think up a story for Brains over Brawn? I know most of these stories are placed in the Celebrities genre for whatever reason, I do not understand. However, I prefer this to be under Romance, I think that is a more accurate description. Cause in my opinion most of the comic book characters have all the personality of a battle robot, just not as interesting to talk. This is not good.I get a phone book and look up a few people in the tree trimming business and hope that I can find someone open on a Sunday. The first three numbers go to voicemail but the fourth is answered and I ask for a quote for tree trimming of my tree. He says that he can be over today and get it done on Monday if that is agreeable.I accept his offer and hang up the phone.Later in the afternoon, a work truck shows up in front of my house and a man walks to my house."Good afternoon, I'm. The air conditioner had not yet been able to overcome the door standing open for two hours as I moved boxes and things. Even a quick, cool shower failed to compensate for the oppressive heat of the summer. “Well,” I thought to myself, “Good time to check out the pool.” I slipped on my trunks and grabbed a towel. I hoped my condo would cool down before I returned, I had no idea just how hot it was about to get. There was no one at the pool, which suited me just fine, so I dove into the cool.