..the brackets gave way down came the shelf,followed by tins of paint and all sorts of other crap I lost my balance,fell to the floor and landed in a ...uddle of red paint.You think that was bad?when i stood up i had paint everywhere and I mean everywhere.Clothes,hair and you guessed it,all over my John Thomas.Oh but that still ain't the worst of it.It was gloss paint and my wife at the time was busy putting the finishing touches to her own war paint so that we could go out for the night.Funny. The second that grabbed my attention was the 65" plasma TV to the left as soon as you walked in the front door.No sooner had I sat first batch of our bags down than Rachael hurried past me. From the way she seemed to be moving about the room, I could tell she was searching for something.Jokingly, I said, "Didn't you go before we left?" I'm looking for a phone book, smart-ass. Do you want Italian or Chinese?"I responded with, "Hookers or food?" Food," She replied. "I wouldn't know how to expense. ?The panel did sign off on a waiver so that if you receive good reports after your first two years of prison you can skip the third year and go straight to the auction block.??Auction block?? The sobbing woman wiped her eyes again and tried to focus, even though her sorrow made the room spin.?Don’t worry, sweetie,? Ron tried to be comforting. It really was a shame. She was sexy and smart. If he had met her before she was arrested, he might have been interested in breaking the law with her. All that was hidden inside her for more than three longs years drained out of her. She was so exhausted that she could not move up and change the sheets.When she regained conscious she thought of her son. She felt what she was doing was reasonably fair. There was no harm in teasing and joking with his son. She even felt that there was no harm in allowing him some liberties. She thought she would watch his actions and if they went out of control she would stop him. She was positive that she.