The door opens and I am holding on to my items for dear life, I have some letters my friends have wrote and some toiletries. I am led to a loading doc... where I am given a chain around my waist and handcuffs on the side, the officer undoes my original handcuffs and puts me in the transport set. I am loaded on the bus and I am terrified. Male prison probably won't be kind to me. We stop off to pick up other inmates at 3 different jails and the bus is packed, I am towards the back of the bus and. "That's what worries me. If you get into trouble again, you are on your own." Yes, Chief."Dashworth knew full well that Seaman Kirk was a difficult man, prone to violence, cheating at cards and making other's lives a misery. Most likely he had already gambled and gathered about half the crews' pay, giving them less to enjoy during their time ashore. He also knew that Kirk had run a drug ring for a while before his enlistment, but he had found no evidence that he had drugs on board.Almost at. But it looked like there were about twenty men this time.It was the same kind of crowd, though. They were mostly white men nearing the upper limit of middle-aged. There was a sprinkling of younger men and a few who looked older. And this time there were two black men, as well.There were no new arrivals for several minutes and the owner apparently decided that it was a big enough crowd. He grabbed my upper arm and led me back to the studio. As we walked away he invited the men to follow. We. She stepped forward and again there was a hand on her breast as she set the first beer on the table. Four beers and four men copping a feel. Brooke felt wetness between her legs as she left the table and went to the couch to watch TV. Several minutes and several poker hands later the men called to her that it was time for another round of beers. Brooke went to the kitchen. When she came back in, Frank was sitting back away from the table with his large black prick sticking out of his pants. Do.