"Good girl," beamed Miss Stapleton. "A lot of my customers struggle like mad the first time we put them in a dress." It's more fun when there's a figh... involved if you ask me." put in Miss Jones, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from her belt. "Home office rules, love. Arms out in front if you please." One more thing," said the senior wardress as Miss Jones slapped on the handcuffs. "We're allowed to call female prisoners by their first names if we want to. I think it makes for a better. Some people get real sick and they go to the hospital and they die there. Did you know you went to the hospital once?" No. Did I?" Yep. When you were born. Your Mom was real fat cuz you were inside her belly. And she went to the hospital and then you came out. We were all there and your mom was so proud of you, lying in her bed in the hospital, resting and holding you. And we all thought you were a beautiful baby and a few days later both you and your Mom came home. Have you ever seen anyone. I was there to give the opening keynote about my first business book. It was the end of the spring conference season, and my last business trip for the next three months. After my talk I was met with the usual group of people interested in chatting; I smiled and chatted automatically, distractedly the compact, sexy blond striding toward me, radiating energy and sex. I had seen her in the audience, her scarlet dress making her stand out amidst the plain greys and blacks of the crowd.As I spoke,. Within seconds we were in each other’s arms and kissing. It felt so good I wondered why I'd waited so long. “You dirty wee feckers!”We stopped and turned. Standing watching us were Mr Wilson and two other men. We’d forgotten they were in the room next door planning next week’s march.“So, we’ve got a couple of fucking shirt lifters, have we, boys? I don’t think we care much for that in the Order, do we?”“No, Mervyn, you’re right there.”The men looked red and angry as they approached us. We.