"Reaching over to the fruit bowl for a banana, Ann said, "We need to talk."William and Dave were in an aluminum fishing boat that had three bench seat... with an outboard motor on the back end and a trolling motor on the front end. Seated at the front of the boat, William cast his line beside the cattails growing along the shore. He smiled when the lure plopped into the water right where he had been aiming. As he cranked the reel, he said, "Mr. Wilkins, I have something to discuss with you.". ‘I don’t want any part of this shit, asshole, why are you telling me this?’ Adrienne asked. ‘Well my dear, I’m telling you this because you have two choices now, one, you can come to work for me as my assistant and make more money than you could ever imagine.’ Albert said. ‘And two?’ Adrienne asked. ‘Two, you’ll become a slave, and if you get out of line just once, you’ll die.’ Albert stated. Adrienne studied Albert’s eyes, she knew he wasn’t bluffing about the killing her part, she knew. After quickly rinsing anddrying up, I picked up my most comfortable sweat shorts and noticed my oldfavorite game jersey from the pile of unsorted clothes, clothes I hadn'tyet decided what I was going to do with yet. Once I had pulled my sweatshorts all the way up, tying the waist cinch tight, they clung almost skintight over my hips, rear end and my upper thighs. Grabbing the jersey, Ipulled my head through the neck opening first, then put each arm throughtheir respective sleeves, so far so. It was some sort of progressive resistance thing that always made him work for that last inch of extension. He figured that Samantha must have turned the crank up on it, today, because it was worse than usual.“So you had a date?” Samantha asked.Dexter grunted. He hated the The Bastard, but Samantha insisted that he use it.“What was she like?” Samantha asked.Dexter grunted again.“She was that nice, huh?” Samantha said.Dexter stopped his workout on the machine and said, “Why do I have to use this.