“Then kid you are about to let your mouth overload your ass. I would hate to see you do that. It isn’t good for business,” I informed him.“Wha... if I just decide to kick your old white ass,” he said. He and his thug friend did that laugh and slap hands thing meant to intimidate me.“Well the best you can do is hurt me a little, but I assure you I will have your ass arrested. I also assure you, it will not be an easy arrest. So that makes it a really bad idea,” I added.“How about I just kill your. After Isabella and Darla turned Monique over to Mombassa for more sexual pleasure, they headed out to the main gym, walked over to the three men, and said, "quite a job you three did in there! Now it's our turn to work out!" And with that, Theodore, as planned, violently picked Darla up like a child (for he was four times her size) and placed her struggling body over to a leg curler on the other side of the gym, and then bent her over and pressed his knee into her back so that he could handcuff. “Off you go darling,” she breathed at her husband. “Don’t be rude and keep him waiting or you might miss him. And neither of us would want that now would we?” Tom stood up and walked towards the same door the black guy had exited through just moments before. Chapter 3 In the gents toilets, two men who were complete strangers to each other met face to face; one black, the other white. One married, the other not. “I didn’t believe that you would come in here,” said the black guy smiling, as Tom. His hands were clamped together behind his back and a two foot bar was attached to the ankle clamps. Roger was then escorted out of the room, down a hallway to another room. The door closed to the new room, which look like a medical examination room. He compliantly allowed the guards to remove the spreader bar and to attach the ankle cuffs to bolts in the floor. At his waist was a cold metal bar that reminded him oddly of a hitching post scene in Old West movies. His wrists were attached to a.