Meet me at the Columbus Children’s hospital this afternoon and that’s where you will find your interview. After they left, Jacob quickly called El...zabeth and Allison and got their permission to be interviewed. Elizabeth was hesitant but Allison jumped on it right away, sensing it would bring in more money towards her million-dollar goal. The news crew showed up and Allison’s smile and giggles were on everyone’s TV on the evening news. ‘We want to raise a million dollars!’ Allison exclaimed in. Her teeth were probably clenched behind here tightly closed lips. She was trying to power through this indignity. I have to admit, the girl had spirit."Okay." I smiled. "Lose the bra Jennifer." Please David" Her strong resolved eyes suddenly became pleading and pitiful. "Please no..." You will address me as 'Sir'." I said coldly.She looked at me, stunned and confused."Do you understand Jennifer?" Y-yes .... Sir." Her eyes dropped."Now take off your fucking bra and set it on the fucking bench!". Beneath the coat was a T shirt stretched tightly across her breasts, a set of panties, that just plain didn't fit, and a pair of high heels that did fit, that Candy couldn't walk in worth beans. Candy was thankful for the raincoat. She found an inexpensive store, and emerged from it in a pair of tight fitting jeans, some tennis shoes, a logoed T shirt, some fitting French cut panties, but no bra. She got directed by a saleswoman to a shop on the other side of town. She also got told they. If someone came in who had the same last name as another inmate he then was called by both names, or by a nickname if he had one, or subsequently earned one. I later found out Walker’s first name was Walter. Walter Walker! The name Walter didn’t fit him at all, so calling him Walker was perfect. What got me so interested in him was that every day he was sitting on the bottom bunk of his bed, with his right hand shackled to the railing of the top bunk. It was obviously cruel torture. He was.