“If he is, he don't got a woodie.”“Are you disappointed, Lefty? Do you want to see me with a woodie?”“You callin' me queer, city boy?” L...fty stood up, but Tommy's bunk-mate Jimmy smacked him on the head. “Knock if off. Tommy's in love.”“Will you two can it?” Tommy complained. “You guys have your pin-up girls. I like this picture. I used to deliver papers to the guy who drew it. I helped him build a shed.”“She's cute, but I like some of the Elvgren girls better,” Jimmy said.“Betty Grable. It hurts to breathe," she said.She was drop-dead gorgeous, about my age, my age as Debra Oakman, that is. Dark hair and eyes, like me, and that's where the resemblance ended. She was a small woman, size four, maybe, with a killer little body, and a lot of her body was displayed. She wore a mini-skirt and a halter top that revealed her bellybutton. She wore jewelry in the bellybutton."What is your name?" I asked."Marlene Heston," she said."And who is the man?" I inquired."Dale Tremont, my. He pushes her upwards, while pulling her hand up as well.“Step up.”Natalie takes a step up and her foot comes down on a something solid, so she leans forward, as he pushes and she rises up and bangs her head into a ceiling.“Ouch! Fuck!”“Sorry about that. I should have told you to duck.”“You Ok Nat?” comes Debbie’s voice from a foot or so away.“Fine,” she says rubbing her head, “Just banged my head.”She feels The Controller turning her body slightly, so she twists in the direction he is guiding. Please…?!” I stammered trying to get coherent words out and untangle his hands from my hair. He simply shook me, pulling my neck back, spinning me around so he could growl into my ear. “SHUT. UP. Be good. Sort out me and Jimmy like a good girl, and we’ll send you on your way.” Inhaling deeply to try and stem the flow of tears streaming down my face, I ran through my options. Shouting was pointless there was no one around. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to get hurt. The easiest way out seemed.