“Hrre, we are, Sir”, the taxi driver woke me up when we reached the bar in front of my hotel. I settled the bill and got out.“Hey Mike, how is i...t going today” I greeted the buffy security guard at the entrance as I had been a regular to the bar for all last 3 months of my stay. “Going good Sir” he made way for me and I entered the familiar territory of booze.It wasn’t as filled as it is usually on the weekends and I could spot a few empty tables. But before I could move to one, I heard an. "Sean you in there? You ain't in your room", I heard Raquel scream. Dammit she had timing! I scurried around looking for something to put on. I found a white t-shirt and slipped it on. Then I found some jeans shorts and put those on too. Damn these things were tight! Then I went to the door. I opened it and Raquel was standing there. "Is Sean in there?", she asked."Im right here Raq", I said with a smile."Oh, Sean, looking good my friend", she said joking around. "And I like the outfit" Oh well. We discussed a support for former inmates in the Mississippi Department of Corrections facilities. I express my feeling that ex- cons needed a place to go for guidance. There were local self help groups for all kinds of problems. Former prisoners had nothing in the Cleveland area. Even though my record had been cleansed, I was still known to the system.“So you want to bring a bunch of criminals into my church?” the pastor asked.“That’s right. I want to try to keep them out of trouble,” I. My dad wasnt alone either because I could hear 3 other male voices with his and they were getting louder. The next thing I heard was a loud crashing sound of the french doors of my parents room slamming hard into the wall. My dad had flung the doors open so hard & fast that the doornobs had lodged into the wall. My dad and his 3 buddies rushed into the room and before Jan knew what was happening the four of them had tied her wrists to the bedposts and stuffed a sock into her screaming mouth..