" Sammy struggled briefly as Debbie grabbed her left hand and started to pull it down, but stopped when she heard the ominous response. "We can do t...is the easy way, Dear, or we can just drug you, and then you won't get to enjoy yourself at all."By the time Debbie was done, Sammy had been tied down on her back, with her arms and legs stretched to the corners of the bed. In addition, her knees had rope looped around them, and pulled out to the sides, forcing her legs to spread widely. Sammy. Someone deserved retribution, though I couldn't think of a punishment dire enough for the sick fuck responsible.In my scapegoat-seeking paranoia, I became fretful and impatient. A report came to me one day with the kind of evidence I had been half-expecting, and wholly dreading. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found that a certain Lady Margaret Hunter Phd. Cantab, had attended Parole Boards at Galloway Prison for several years as a consultant in criminal psychology, principally from late 1973 until. Why didn't you charge us thirty bucks because it was a rush job?"Kerrigan shrugged. "That's just the way we do it," he said."By the way, Kerrigan, I got back in time to take Ms. Freeman to the movie last Saturday night," I said as I signed the charge slip.He fumbled to separate my copy of the charge slip, and we left the shop."What was that about?" Chase asked when we were in the car."He hit on Megan in the cafeteria the other day. I was merely reinforcing a point I made to him." You're one bad. As we cuddled, the adrenaline rush that had fueled my outburst started to fade and I found my body shaking slightly. Janice giggled into my ear."So now you shake with fear," she whispered. "Are you worried about what James might do?" Never," I whispered back. "I trust him completely. But..." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts as they scattered again.I could feel Janice nod as she patted the top of my head with one of her hands. "Yeah. The good colonel is probably going to demand.