“It’s probably best not to shake hands just now.” A low, easy hint of a laugh reminded me of my dad. “You’re probably right. I’m Dan.” ...He sort of hugged me with a brief squeeze across my shoulders. A moment of quiet between the pair of us allowed my attention to shift to the sounds of others with us. One young man phoned a supervisor to let them know he and a colleague were stuck. A woman was spouting abuse at someone about the situation, but clearly she was not speaking to anyone responsible. " "Where are you going to take me?" Barbara asked. "We're going up to the prison work farm." There's about 20 brothers ain't had no pussy for a long time. They're sure gonna like a nice white one like yours." "No, come on, please!! let me go." "Please!!!" Barbara begged again. "No way, bitch." Jake replied. "Stop calling me bitch, you bastards." "And let me go, Barbara yelled at them. "Shut up you fuckin' little whore." "You'll do exactly what we say." Jake got real mad at Barbara for swearing. “Oh my God, that just sent a shiver through me! Please let me think about this for a few days Jeff, because everything is so crazed right now but I am thrilled that you asked. Right now I would love to wear your collar but I don’t want to be up in Donald’s face with it so soon after you cut his collar from my neck and threw it into his lap, like a gauntlet being thrown. I feel like a fairy princess with two knights jousting over her hand. The thing about jousting is that someone might get hurt. Steve would take over making any late orders and the salad boy would be responsible for cleaning the counters and floors. Ricky walked through the now nearly empty dining room and then into the men’s room. He stripped off his sweat soaked uniform and splashed water on his face and upper torso at the sink. He gave himself a quick glance in the mirror as he toweled himself off. He knew he was no great shakes, only 5′ 8′ tall with dirty blonde wispy hair. He was deceptively strong for a little.