The gruel that they served would not have been accepted in any soup kitchen. I let it cool and harden in the bowl. I gave it back to the guard who cam... to take me to see the judge.He was going to put the bracelets on me, but saw my scars and decided against it. "Well. you are only a horse gonif anyway." The deputy led me out of the jail and across a courtyard. I was placed in a hallway to wait.The Hon. Judge Neuss sounded like a right gee, I was sure if I explained myself to him that I would be. A hand of a man you could trust.He told me all about union power while we downed a few pints. I knew I was going to regret it tomorrow and the Missus wasn't going to be none more pleasant either, but I was drawn to him like filings to the magnet. Like the bosses to every last bloody bob.The next day I had a bad time. The wife was angry with me for wasting my money on drink, not like she'd not like as not have wasted it on some pointless frill for the girls. Like who did she think we were,. I thought it was going to be another unrequited worship episode when, quite by chance, a perfect opportunity came up – the god of girl-worship was obviously smiling down at me. I was told to go up to the offices and complete a whole stack of forms for a major shipment - I had the register in the stores and so had to write this on every form etc etc. I was shown to a desk in the offices and, guess who should be sitting opposite, hard at work, but lovely Goddess, miniskirt Spunk Queen, leggy. She didn’t bother to wipe away anyone’s tears. She just kept talking to us. “My poor babies. Mommy will take care of your hurts. I have some aloe that I’m adding to your salve. It will take away the sting and stop it from scarring.” Once she’d finished Wendy’s face and scalp, she calmly unbuttoned the smock shirt and pulled it off Wendy’s right shoulder and arm. That exposed her right breast, but I just pulled the other side of the shirt over and held it in front of her while Mom worked the.