The sheriff did manage to escort the two of us unharmed to the county jail. But there we were left alone in our cell.They had taken our cuffs off, so ... looked at my cellmate and extended my hand to him. "Hi, I'm Gabe Kramer."He shook my hand, smiled and said, "Darren McCabe, but my friends call me Spike." He laughed, "Bet you can't guess why they call me that can you?"I smiled, "Nope not a clue. But I am wondering how you can get dressed or undressed with those." And I pointed at his. " You might want to bring him along, just in case." Anya said."Damn you guys must be reading each other's mind. He just this second walked in the door. We are on the way." Jerrod we have to go," I said to him as I shut down the phone."Where we going?" he asked."To the mall, Anya and Lydia may be in trouble." I said as we started up the stairs."I don't have a weapon," he said."Then drive me there, I have one." I thought then I asked, "What the fuck is that cane made from?" It's just aluminum. It. They were shown to a booth. Julie slid in on one side, all the way next to the wall, as a signal to David that he should sit with her on that side. He did as she hoped.After they got situated in the booth, she slid forward, again exposing most of her thighs. The hemline of her dress just barely concealed her panties. The table cloth obscured most of her lower legs but it was far enough away from them so that she was providing David with a nice view. He couldn't help but notice and as they were. That limits my opportunities to dance.One of the things I dislike about clubs is that they're noisy and crowded and it's difficult to hear what anybody is saying, including your dance partner.On the other hand, the difficulty overhearing other peoples' conversations can be a distinct benefit.I came alone, so I had the burden of having to ask women to dance. While I'm shy, that isn't a problem for me. My dancing is compelling to many women. I'm relaxed, I move as the music inspires me and I'm.