It was a black curtain. I slid he barrier back and stepped into darkness.It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and then I found myself in a nar...row dark hallway with several doors on either side. Helena opened a door with a large red “X” and I went inside.The room was nasty. It was painted in black with a cheap plastic patio chair. I noticed the large holes on either side of the booth. I knelt down by the hole on the right. I could see light coming through so I knew that someone was in. " I think I can get you six of the porters. I would have to check. I might have some good T-bone out of an Angus. Them hams I know I have."You wouldn't have say two dozen or so good soup bones would you?" Linda asked thinking it would be a good treat for her friends."I got more than I can use. Let me box up your order and we can do the dreaded math."Linda laughed as she remembered Sam hated math."You mean you don't have one of those mechanical abacus' doing all that math for you?" A what?" Sam. ”Without hesitation, he pulled his shorts off, revealing a pair of tiny navy bikinis. It almost took my breath away. I could see the outline of everything, enough so that I could tell he was uncut. I could feel the sweat bead on my forehead and back.“Roll back onto your stomach,” I instructed. As he rolled over, I drank in the sight of his fur covered ass. I was in heaven!I began on his lower back again, able to go much lower than before. I went right down to the top of the crack of his. How do we get more?" He has to make them," Julie said. "The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to have now.If he could just distract them somehow, buy some time so that he could dump the flour.