”“June, let me rephrase my question. Can you roll over? Please try if you think you can.”June tried to move and stopped. She repositioned her ar...s and that helped. “Good. Now all the way over. Walk your hands back like you were getting ready to do pushups and keep going until you are sitting.” Jill had moved a chair behind June. “We will help you sit here. Fran, please get her a glass of lemonade. And June, drink it slowly.”STILL RELAXING AFTER LUNCHI was asked about how I became a sex. Dont let anyone in here. I hear my mother in law say to someone outside. Why whats wrong? Is everything OK? said the voice. FUCK! This is getting worse by the second. Oh MY! I hear from my left. Would somebody shut the fucking DOOR? I roared out. The door slams. Marcy can you please untie me? I plead. I hear whispering from the two ladies and Im about to shout again when I hear, Joan stay with him. Im going to look for a knife or something to cut him out of those scarves. The door opens then. It makes a girl feel secure." "So, you wear panties all the time." he said smiling. "That's exactly what I have been looking for. " "I'm sure a big handsome man like you with a Porsche doesn't have any trouble getting girls, " I said to flatter him. "We only have one gay bar to pick up dates around here. And we don't get enough crossdressers to go around. It's like ten guys for every CD. Most of the guys there are disappointed most of the time." Then he suddenly smiled at me and said, "I"m glad. "If the cops come for you, I'll go to the station with you." I would say, that since I haven't heard anything in three hours, the pimp decided that he had nothing to gain by going to the cops," Royce said."Or the pimp was under the cops protection and they are going to settle this outside the system," I suggested."You mean beat my ass?" he asked."Well that is the lesser of the evils that might befall you," I suggested."Yeah, I guess there are worse things than getting my butt beat," Royce.