He was taken to the hospital and I was taken to juvenile jail where I would spend the next two years of my life. The last thing I remember was Sherry ...rying into her hands and Buck being taken out on a stretcher. I remember the judge telling me that he wished he could lock guys me up for good and throw away the key. He said I was nothing but a burden to society. I guess that I was lucky – I was a juvenile and they would be letting me out when I turned eighteen. I didn’t learn much in jail. I. She told me to kneel at her feet, head bowed. ‘Into your cage, bitch’ she said. I turned and crawled on all fours across the bedroom and into the cage. Mistress followed me and closed the iron gate, snapped the padlock shut and left the room. There I was laying there locked in my punishment cell, not that I had knowingly upset Mistress. Gradually the night descended, and I was in complete darkness. It seemed like hours later that I heard the sound of at least two cars arrive on the driveway. “He’s a VIP,” the executive said in a voice barely above a whisper. The usher nodded his head in acknowledgment.“If you’ll please follow me, Sir.”Vinnie and the rest of the entourage remained in the foyer while the usher led Sam and I into the massive Copa Room. My jaw dropped open as I took in the enormous space. There were rows and rows of tables and I knew from newspaper articles that the massive showroom could seat nearly four hundred people. The walls were painted a very stylish color of. “Yeah of course. I trust you.”Linda then cuddled against me again, craning her head up so she could kiss me sensually. She flashed me a wicked smile, and threw a smooth thigh over my hips.“So, what would you like to do once we have someone to ‘play’ with?” She purred.The next morning - early, but not too early - I activated the Watch and eased myself out of bed. Linda had been insatiable last night (my fault, I know) and we had both slept in later than usual. I looked back and smiled at my wife.