He figured this place wouldmake his parole officer happy, and that would be something to worry aboutfor the next six months, and then he would be fre... of all restrictions.He'd been a good boy in prison, and made the right noises at his mandatorycounseling sessions (which was easy, since he had been a licensedpsychologist prior to being caught), and thus knew he would make thishurdle as well."And once its over, I'll get a pardon. If that stupid hockey coach couldget one, anybody can."That was. Jan said it all for us, "Wow! She sure has changed since she came out here. Look at her, she's beautiful."We all smiled, but kept our group appraisal to ourselves as the pixie came in and sat naked at the table to eat with us.Since I was leaving for Oklahoma directly from work, I packed my bag and drove into work in the Impala. Wanda was a real taskmaster the entire morning. All three women were continuously stuffing my in-box with information and reports to review. It seemed that every station. The stinging around my anus hurt like hell, and I was glad I could not feel everything. I was then flipped once again and the front of my left leg was done, and after the toes, the hose was slid back up along with the panties and garters. The shots in both of my lips got my mind going, and those were followed by shots to my forehead. I soon felt a buzzing near my eyes, and felt something jabbing into my eyelids. I could not move a muscle, nor say anything, and felt at ease since I felt almost. ”“Oh. Right. I guess the oven still works,” Will chuckled, feeling stupid. “Thanks, this is really too much.”“Like hell!” The cook held up both hands in protest. “We’d all be dead if not for you.”“I don’t know about that,” Will shrugged.“Well that’s what the crew thinks.” Stewpot insisted. “Look, I’ve been with the Captain a while. I signed on because she’s a living legend. Every story about her is some combination of damn fool crazy, and unbelievable nonsense. I wanted to see if the stories.