Someone will believe I am being held against my will.Soon the crowd started walking through the rows of girls. Instead of help I found quickly they w...re not going to be helpful at all. I began to feel hands through the bars, inspecting my body. One guy, a small man came up to my cage and said, "interesting, bend over slut". He proceeded to push his finger into my ass and I squealed loudly. He said "shut the fuck up bitch, you're going to have more than fingers there". I begin to beg him. And the way he was looking at me...he KNEW!Maybe I was being paranoid...that had to be it! He's married! But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was eyeing me up all night.We hit a few bars, danced and got drunk, the herd started to thin around midnight, mostly the couples breaking off to head home, Natalie wanted to leave but I could see Steve telling her he wanted to stay.I had been avoiding Steve all night, this was too close to home and I wasn't willing to risk it just in case he could see. The town was still paying me my $40 per month; I think it was because the mayor was afraid that Bob would quit if they didn't. Therefore, I was the one responsible for "guarding" the prisoner. At least, he was somebody to talk to, and neither one of us wanted to be bored.As it happened, the prisoner was a notorious bank robber who headed a gang that had broken him out of jails, before. Therefore, I did start back to carrying a gun on a lanyard over my shoulder. I couldn't quick-draw the pistol,. “Well if that’s all…”“Well no.” Tom said confidently, “It’s not. Why are you so horrible to people all the time. You could have just asked us to be quiet. You didn’t have to shut like that.”I was shocked. I was even more shocked to see a lump rising in his shorts. I looked Mark and he too had a lump in his shorts. Surely this was nothing to do with me but I just couldn’t take my eyes off it, going from one to the other. The more I looked the more that lump seemed to grow.“Well yes.” I said.