I had been here whatfelt like at least twenty-four hours and I hadn't got any real answers."Has anyone been let out of here? Do you know?" I asked hop...fully. Ihad a large debt to pay to these horrible men who threw me in here andthey wouldn't be able to get a cent more if they killed me.Lil' John, slumped over and not facing me, answered the question. "Theylet you out... then they take you to The Farm."'The Farm' sounded more sinister and terrifying than anything I hadever heard of before. In. It was a tiny place the air was thick with smoke yet the place was nearly empty only 3 guys sitting at the bar. They all turned and looked at me as I entered. I sat down a few stools over from the guys and ordered a beer. I noticed the 3 guys kept looking over at me and whispering to each other, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.I was on my 5th beer and it was starting to take its effect, before I knew it I had to piss as I got up one of the 3 followed me into the bathroom. It was. The heat and the long walk were taking their toll. I am halfway there, he thought. It is just as far to go back as it is to go on. He saw the golf cart moving toward him. The same two security guards had taken Jamie and Sam to the Infirmary. The cart pulled up next to him.“Are you ok, sir?”Their concern showed on their faces. John was sweating and appeared to be having trouble getting his breath.“I’ll be fine,” John said. “But would you be so kind as to take me to the Infirmary? My wife and son. ”“Will you let me know what he says and how he reacts? I’d love to hear that conversation.”“That’s a thought. Perhaps you would like to stop over tonight and listen in to our phone call.”“I’d enjoy that. Do you think that he would mind?”“If we tell him he might but we could keep it a secret. There is no reason why we have to tell him you are there with me. I’m sure that his girlfriend has been present at times when I’ve called him but he has never told me.”“You’d let me listen but not tell.