"No damn it ask her what I told you to ask," he said sounding angry."Reggie, does your pussy hurt?" I spoke the words half heartedly."Yes Silvia, he i... hurting me, but I'm okay. I don't want to stop." she said. I would never have recognized her voice, she was almost sobbing."Tell her what you are doing Silvie," he said."Reggie, I'm holding his testicles while he does it," I said."Silvie do it right, or I will really hurt her," he said smiling. I knew he could and would, if I didn't play along.. His eyes were wide open, staring up at Gary. The whole crowd had backed away in shock at what they had seen. The kid was scrambling to his feet to head out the door when Betsy arrived. All hint of his swagger was gone.“You’re getting slow,” Betsy said with a laugh.“Thanks,” Gary said watching the kid run out the door.Betsy asked, “Are you okay, Sally?”“Can ... I ... go now?” Sally asked.Gary was saddened to hear Sally returning to her broken speech pattern. She had been making such good. "Negative." How about I bake your favorite brownies today?" Unh unh." Sirloin for supper?" VETO."I crossed my arms in mock frustration."Ok asshole I see what you want. I'll give you $50." You'll have to work harder than that sister." $100." No deal." $150."'Bye!" Alright $300!" You can see how clearly I DON'T wanna do this."I got paid yesterday." He told me with a smug grin.I threw my hands up in the air and then got out the chair. I came up behind him and ran my fingers down his bare chest. I. Bosco. We can start our education." Andrew said.Bosco sat at the picnic table with a plastic cup of beer. He had the lapel microphone on his shirt and the digital portable recorder sitting on the table top. "So Bosco you ready?" I asked."Let her rip," he answered.I spent the whole hour asking about fixture, from what they needed to be made and what sizes I needed to make what volumes. I found out a lot like I need approx five gallons of mash for every gallon of liquor I hoped to run.Bosco could.