“Well, some other prisoner, grabbed it from him and he tried to get it back, and well, the other guy was not only bigger, he also had friends. They ...amn near beat him to death, Carlton,” she said, and she howled. “Over that damn picture!”Carlton Hanson rose, and went to the phone.“Yes, hello ... James, I need you up there in Winslow. Andrew was beaten. He’s in bad shape. I want to know everything ... yes, including the info on the bad guys ... and buy plenty of wood; I want the assholes burned. She was so awfully fond of that silly infuriating animal! The phone rang. Probably that disgusting Patric again. Couldn't that creep ever learn to take "No" for an answer?She was far too busy of late to be able to go to his gymnasium every day, and he had been in the habit of ringing her at work. He wanted her to take part in another fight, damn the fellow! She was beginning to think that his introducing her to Miranda had all been part of some deep laid scheme of his.She picked the phone. Not the Big Foot or the Tinkerbell’s of being turned on. This was more of the blinding, lust crazed, I cannot think of anything else but dropping my pants in the middle of a lesson, legs up on the desk, fingers going wild who the hell cares if my students are watching I need relief and I need it NOW kind. It was one of those where my mind went to places it shouldn’t. Sex with any man who looked at me kind. Student, teacher, taxi driver, that police man at the roundabout, the gate guard. Hell,. Theculprits want to get rid of it as soon as possible," he pointed out as hegathered his composure.The air was getting heavy. I lit a Lucky Strike and I loosened my tie.After taking a long suck on it I tried to stroke him for moreinformation. "And what else?" What do mean what else?" he answered. "I've told you all that I know!" For that I paid 20 bucks. You ougtha be strung up" as I raised the backof my hand to him to slap him.Won drew back. "Wait!" he exclaimed as he wiped the sweat from his.