The daydream faded. This was not a wedding night. He wasn't in a hotel room. He was in a conference room with his co-worker, Stacy, practicing the pre...entation they were to give in a few days.Mitt hadn't wanted to work on the presentation, on a topic that bored him silly. What really was the point? Upper brass kept insisting on status updates and check-ins, which accomplished nothing useful he could see, except interrupt actual work on real projects.Stacy was a very pretty young woman, with. That man who Angel slept with, a tall muscular Black man named Cannon,comes to the house several nights a week. Either he takes her out orthey stay in, but either way their evenings end with the two of them inher bedroom, having sex that goes on and on. I called it 'her' bedroombecause they often sleep there and I have to curl up on the floor of awalk-in closet nearby, close enough to hear them if they wake up and havemore sex. On the nights when Cannon isn't there, I am allowed to. "I could not see it, but I am sure the asshole FBI agent was grinning as I found the shackles were locked to the floor in a way that made it impossible to stand up fully. I saw the dirty look from the judge as I appeared to be disrespecting him in his court.Not a good way to start this hell off."Judge Watson I am requesting Mr. Johnson be remanded to Guantanamo Bay under the Patriot Act as a terrorist for further interrogation by specially trained teams. They have a techniques I am not. I will call the volunteer fire department and see if they would like to burn them for training. At least I can pay them to stand by, so we don't start a brush fire," I suggested.Wilson didn't have anything on Brian. Either Brian was clean or he was way smarter than I thought him capable. I let it stew till after the chicken house fires were complete.It took a week for the firing of the chicken house to work itself out. The county fire department agreed to do it and to have their men stand bye.