Bruno was not very happy."I fucking told you not to be late!!" he growled. "Marcus is a veryimportant client and I don't want some college twat annoyi...g him", hecontinued.I could see the veins in his head start to pulse. But for some bizarrereason, instead of being afraid, I found it funny and began to smirk.Bruno did not see the funny side of the situation."Are you laughing at me !! Nobody laughs at me!!" he screamed.I began to utter an apology but was cut short as I was pushed backwardsonto. One had 4 comfortable. padded benches and the other 3 "fuck swings". We were told by the hosts that there would be a $25 charge per person to help offset expensed and provide refreshments. We were also informed that there would be absolutely no d**gs allowed and that if we were going to drink any alcohol we must do it in moderation. There would be no tolerance for people becoming drunk and getting nasty. Also that they had professional quality cameras and video equipment available and it would. Everyone, of course, except Bobby Joe, who seemed to be a special friend of Maurice's.Bobby Joe was probably the best and fastest worker among us. It wasn't long until he was so heated up that he stripped off his shirt and undershirt and was swinging away, covered with sweat that matted the thick, black hair on his chest and arms into swirls and made his undulating muscles gleam in the sunlight. The other inmates quickly followed suit in stripping down to their waists--all except for me."Take. Sarah jumped from her place at the table and ran to Rachel. “Mommy, you were right ... Santa found us!”Hugging her daughter she caught Marcus’ eye, and mouthed, “Thank you.”He responded with a slight smile and a shrug.As Rachel approached the table she saw a game of Chutes and Ladders, something she had played in her own childhood. She wondered where he found it in this era of electronic games, and on Christmas Eve to boot.“And Santa brought me this coat and hat and these new pants and these.