Back to the routine. Back to the life I had gotten usetoo.When I had myself together I walked out of my room, slid the door shutand began to walk down...the hall. My ass was on fire and stung so I tookslow ginger steps, almost walking one foot in front of the other. As Ibegan to descend the stairs my heart froze in fear as I heard voices.Male voices. American voices.I looked around the corner and there were four men at the bar. Theylooked handsome from behind was my first thought. My second. My friend Darkness and I where chilling one evening and somehow got on the topic of sex; you know how we men are, we can turn any conversation into a conversation about sex. “You know what man…” I said in a confident tone. “I bet I can have a threesome before you do.” “Ahahahaha, you’re funny bro!” Darkness blurted out. “Bet on it.” I replied with an emotionless face, showing just how serious I was. “Hundred bucks” “Let’s do it” Firm hand shake Off we went on our different ways Later, I was. A bar spreads them wide apart. It is placed between my ankles and is moulded into the casts. My toes are fully exposed. I see speckles of plaster on them. A sheet is draped over my body. I lift it and peek under it. My hips and stomach are plastered. Only the area around my vagina is left free. The cast narrows at my waist, then moves up engulfing my breasts, and stops just under my armpits. The upper edge is padded so that not to chafe my skin. The enormity of the cast is frightening. Then, I. Jimmy tried to draw on him, so he shot Jimmy dead, an' Jimmy deserved it." Well, ma'am, yer testimony is good enough fer me. Bill, let's drag the corpse behind the counter ta leave 'im while I git the undertaker." Shore thing, Ed. Do ya need me fer anythin'?" Nah, I got all I need. Ya better be on the lookout fer this bastard's brother. He's Tommy Overmeyer, a real SOB ifen there ever was one. He carries a shotgun an' likes ta use it." Thanks, Ed, I'll be careful. I'm leaving town fer home soon.