"All right, 'Just Chad'. We'll let that go, for now. What I want to know is, what'll we do with you now that we've got you?" You... You could just let... me go," he ventured hopefully, trying to look innocent."Yeah, let him go!" A coarse voice guffawed from one of the men."You shut your yap, Gilson, and get back to work unloadin' that truck! We're runnin' late enough as it is. Now, suppose I did turn you loose. What would you do?" Head for the nearest town, an' get me sumpin' to eat, I guess. Hey,. Nothing happened.I reached into the cuffs and grasped his buns.Nothing moved. No clicks, no hands, nothing. The mannequin just stood there, staring down at me, impassive and immobile.Eventually I gave up, disentangled myself from the mannequin and stood up. What now?Just then I noticed that one of the doors was ajar. My heart leapt up. Was I free?It was the wrong door. I opened it up and saw a toilet and a small shower. Well, it was certainly better than soiling my cell, I reasoned. I stepped. He paused to watch some kids playing with a soccer ball. There weren’t enough kids or space to hold a game, but they ran along the street passing the ball back and forth with passes of varying degrees of skill. There were shouts of joy when the ball passed from one kid to the next in what was deemed good form. It seemed to Oscar that no matter where he went, kids were kicking around a soccer ball. With so much in common, he wondered how it was that kids forgot how to play and chose to fight.The. The guys figured she was gone for the night. Not so. She returned wearing the nighty, that was real sheer and only came down to the moddle of her hairy pussy. The guys just stared in awe at this woman, almost naked. Tom got up and went behind Jo, cupping her tits with each hand. She twisted her neck around to kiss him. The more he played with her titties the more she kissed him, trying to see how far she could run her tongue in his mouth. Now, poor Al wasn't quite sure what to say or.