He went around the horseshoe and pushed them all back in alignment, then set all the chairs in neat rows. He wanted the room to feel unused. On a nigh... like this, he knew there wouldn’t be more than two or three people, and they’d barely notice the difference, but it gave him the illusion of organizing his mind.When he was finished, he sat at the end of the row and opened a folder of hand-scrawled papers. He indulged himself in the charade of looking at them, but Rena was at the center of every. One night MacKellar, drunker than usual, mentioned the young admin assistant’s name and claimed he’d ‘messed her up a little’. No one believed him until MacKellar pulled out the missing silver clip the woman had worn around her pony-tail that day. ‘I couldn’t fuck her, I was too drunk,’ bellowed MacKellar. Fred Stockman called me. I entered the room, dressed in a tracksuit and wearing working boots. ‘Sorry boss for messing up Jenny a bit but there’s nothing you can go about it – rat on me to. ’ Damn, wish it were true. She wrote me for about eight years. Then the letters stopped. I don’t know if it was because of my transfer into another prison. Oh, I forgot – they like to call it a correctional facility. I started in Mansfield Correctional and then when they were closing up Mansfield I was transferred to the Orient Facility. There was another Dan Jones in Mansfield at the same time as me and he was transferred to Lucasville Prison in southern Ohio. I was thinking maybe he started. Her arms were still encased in a white leather armbinder and her legs were held apart by a spreader bar. The leash to Stephanie's white collar was lashed tightly to her spreader bar as were the light chains to Stephanie's nipple clamps, forcing her to bend forward precariously. Jeff didn't mind that his stepsister teetered there in the bathroom like that, just like he didn't mind that she didn't cum this time round. A little discomfort never hurt a future slave.He went back into the bedroom and.