The first Monday in September, Dad went in to the bookie and bet $25 on Auburn to win every football game. We knew we would lose some, but we were set...ing up the bookie for the game with Alabama. We hoped that Auburn would lose most of their games in 1949 to set up big odds for the game with Alabama, the last game of the season. If things worked out right, Dad would bet up to $10,000 on Auburn to beat Alabama, which we knew they would.While he was at the bookie's "business office," he bet $500. I peeked through the shutters, Dad and a guy named Joey the Mule got out. Joey works for my dad and is a mean looking bastard. I glanced around, shit, last week I trashed the cabin and never cleaned it up.Dad studied the mess and fixed his eyes on me. “You have thirty minutes to clean this shit up.” He and Joey stepped outside and sat on the porch.One hour later, Dad worked me over for trashing his cabin. We left, and I sat in the back of Dad’s Cadillac Escalade. Joey drove, and Dad had. She brought me some juice to have while i was checking her out from bottom to top. I started asking questions, she was answering them frankly. She was feeling shy and was laughing with every question. When I asked her”How many times she have sex every month/week?”, she didn’t reply and became sad. I went and sat next to her on the sofa and started asking her “what happened?”. She said her husband was too busy and tired to have sex and she was not happy with her sex life.I started consoling her. "I think I'd like to see around the island first. We mustn't interfere with the work the convicts do!"Later on she was escorted around the island. It was certainly a grim place! There seemed to be hardly a blade of grass or a green shoot anywhere in the entire area. It was just a bare rock rising up out of the sea. In the fierce summer heat the ground under her bare feet was scorching hot. Paula could not think of a more desolate place to work for even a few months, let alone live in servitude.