Iron manacles were locked down over his wrists, and another set confined his ankles. More punches and kicks assaulted him, so he rolled back over and ...urled his legs up for protection.They stepped back, trickling out of the room. The last one to leave was one of his minders for that day.“You shouldn’a done that.” The dwarf warned him before turning away.“Fuck. You.” John ground out around a mouthful of blood.The guard ignored him and the door boomed shut after he left.Day 154:They shoved a bowl. She looked the innocent little girl. She waived asthey made eye contact and Harold smiled sheepishly. Class started andeveryone acted as though Duke had always been Ginger. One boy even squeezedher leg under the desk. The class ended and Ginger waited for Harold outsidethe door."I thought about you all night last night," she said. "I tried calling butyour machine just picked up." Didn't hear it. Sorry." Harold said, leading her down the hall. "I suppose Iwas a bit tired after.you know."Ginger. Sure, he now had time to visit with the ladies and attend all of the opera he could stand, but enough was enough!He decided to take the bull by the horns and go looking for adventure since it seemed to be avoiding him. He thought that he might find something interesting with a visit to Monterey. He had not been there and it sounded like a pleasant little trip, so he packed a carpet bag with his necessaries and, picking up his shotgun, headed out to the stagecoach terminal to see what life might. You could get a job at the Dairy King. Of course, I’d be your supervisor.”Sean paused for a moment while thinking about it. He said, “That would be fun. I could even have him wear a costume and parade around in front of the store. Nah, I couldn’t do that even if a penguin outfit would be perfect on a hot day.”Sean arrived at the Dairy King a few minutes later. He got out the packages of sandpaper and a pair of scissors. He carried it all to a picnic table. He yawned and said, “He said the 80.