I’d been in worse.I hid my smile; Sinatra’s “My Way” was on the juke. An old lag sitting at the bar nodded to himself. Yep, he’d done it his...way all right. Was probably living on Social Security, sitting in a dim bar, sipping weak drafts with a jigger of Old Overshoes every once in a while. My Way.I placed a twenty on the bar, “Shot of Jameson’s please. Restroom?”Our proprietor, around 70, grizzled white whiskers from three or four days, nodded carefully. Not used to seeing strangers. He had a. "Jacqui just stared uncomprehendingly at him as he dumped her unceremoniously in the New House of Joy's hovercar and drove her back 'home'. At the New House of Joy, Jacqui was still shaking and slightly in shock from the beating she had received from the four young men when Martha came into the Choosing Room, stark naked, and took her in her arms. Jacqui winced at her touch on the bruises on her shoulders.Martha said to Alf, "Fetch Violetta. Don't stand there staring at my tits; it isn't the. He smirked down at me. "Let's go to the break room." I followed Ron up the steps, my hand in his the entire time. After I reached the top, he turned around, locking the door. I pulled my shirt and kicked my shoes off. I was left in my black bra and black jeans. Ron turned around and the tent in his pants was obvious. I bit my lip. "Jesus, Gi," He said, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "If you bite your lip like that again you aren't gonna be able to walk back downstairs.". In the evening, they sat in the lounge watching TV, sitting as close together as they dare. Susie had had a shower, and was sat in her towelling robe, gently rubbing her still damp hair from time to time with a towel, Ian watching her out of the corner of his eye, watching her naked body moving under the robe as she idly finger combed her hair. Mike was with them, while Megan, Ian's wife, was getting ready to go out for a couple of hours to a meeting.Megan had said "see you later" to them all,.