I was a first-year student doing my BSc in Pharmacology at Bristol University. Michaelwas doing a degree as well over at the University of the West of...ngland, the other University in Bristol. To some people in the city itis still called the Old Polytechnic. Michael was doing a BSc in ComputerScience.I can remember the night we met, even now. I was out with some girlfriends from the course, as all students do when they first arrive inBristol we were enjoying the delights of Whiteladies Road. We. He stared at me for what seemed the longest time. I figured he was wondering whether to take a chance on me. ‘How old are you, son?’ he asked. ‘I just turned twenty-one, sir,’ I replied. ‘Well, Josh, I’m Floyd Patterson and the woman you met is my wife Betty. We have a pretty good size spread here and could use another hand. I have five men who work for me now. There’s a bunkhouse you can stay in out back. There are two other men who stay there. The other men have families and have their own. Normally, I would have had a shower or clean up a bit, especially since I had had a minor case of the runs the last couple of days, and hadn't showered since the previous morning, so my ass must have been pretty rank. But when I started drinking my beer, the third of the morning, I decided to really put this whore through the wringer, treat her worse than I'd ever treated a woman before. I got her address, some shitty ass trailer park. She told me to just walk on in when I got. "What the hell do you mean, then what? We bin over that a dozen times or more." C'mon, tell me again," Pruett said, there was a pleading, whining tone in his voice, very much like a little boy."You're like a little fuckin' kid, I swear to God. Like I told you, we need a line, like when you go fishin', something to get them on the hook, and into the van." Wouldn't 'hey, baby, wanna fuck' work?" Not all that often, Pru; although I will admit it has worked for me once or twice," he slapped.