" She lifted her chin and smiled contentedly, then glanced out of the window."I often stopped here with my husband, this place is called 'Gallows Hill...; this pole is where the gallows once stood. Many men were despatched here. I can just imagine them, noosed and naked but for a white shroud, the coffin they sat on during their last journey, in the back of the cart waiting for them. I can imagine lots of smiling women in the crowd and hear them cheer as the cart is drawn away. Many would have. “I trust you are adapting to your surroundings?” she asked, taking off her dress jacket.“Oh yeah, feels like home.” I quipped sarcastically, watching her drape the coat over the back of her chair, “Love the room service.”“Forms” she breathed, taking a seat while dawning glasses, “I have them somewhere.” and opened up a drawer.I stepped to the side of her desk and watched her fingers walk through dull green files. The monitor caught my eye and I tried to see if my cell was one of the tiny images. I jumped up and headed for the shower as I wanted to be fresh for my visit to Anna’s and OMG I did enjoy a long hot shower making sure I cleaned myself like I was taught, especially important my father would always say.I threw on my boxers and a pair of dress shorts and along with a clean button up shirt I was presentable and raring to go, Bev had already gone to work so a quick coffee and some breakfast and I was all set feeling quite excited.I found her house on the other side of town and. When I dated girls from the more elite families, they wanted to meet me instead of me picking them up at their homes. I knew it was because of our family business, they didn’t want their parents to know they were going out dating me. I found it amusing, since I went out with these girls for one reason: to get laid, which I did quite often. Most of them had boyfriends but wanted to see me on the side. One example was Mary, the head cheerleader. I found her waiting at my car after football.