"You Joey?" the man said in a gruff voice. He didn't exactly look too thrilled to see me."Yes sir." You look pretty scrawny," he said as he looked me ...p and down like he was picking out a work-horse."He'll be fine, Ben," Sven said as she stepped forward. I was glad he spoke up on my behalf. "In a few weeks I'll bet he'll be able to tackle any job you give him." Hmmpphh," my uncle grunted, "we'll see." He reluctantly reached out and shook my hand. My hand was almost lost in his big rough. When I saw him, he had that axe drawn back and was getting ready to chop Jud's head off."Again, he shook himself. "I yelled at him and when he turned to look at me, he had the wildest look in his eye that I'd ever seen a man have. He yelled something about killing me and then he ran at me waving that axe around over his head. I thought for sure he was going to kill me, so I shot him." Someone has to tell his wife," Ab said."We'll do it," Millie said, reluctantly.Millie and Tess slowly walked. Now she had missed calling him to check in. His instructions were clear: Call at exactly 9pm. Not a minute early, not a minute late. And it had to be from her phone. At 11:30pm she walked in after Julie had dropped her off. The house was quiet but she knew he was waiting. As she walked into the living room, there he sat. An emotionless expression covered his face and a flogger was d****d over his lap. The portable St. Andrew's Cross stood ready in the corner of the room, cuffs open and wait for. Pieces of fabric, woven cloths, on the wall, silky material, transparent kind of satin clothes separating kind of booths, not a chair insight. Colourful pillows on the floor. A spotless wooden floor, every booth had a table, maybe 9 feet in length and about 3 feet wide. Each booth has enough places for about 15 people or so. And there were about 4 booths so each party evening could only have about 60 or 70 people or so and most people coming in were small groups or couples, and sometimes a.