”“They’re always fucking us up,” Joel interjected.“I doubt they got you like they got me,” the Black man shot back. “The white boys got ...**g charges dropped and only charged with contract crimes. They came straight to Club Fed. I got the full book thrown at me. I got put in prison for real. I’m not bitter. I’m just keeping my head down till I get out.”Joel and the other white men looked at him blankly.“Where’s the library,” the former accountant asked.“I’ll show you,” Joel volunteered.Cleavon. The rules were simple, basic hockey but with no body checking, or slapshots and everyone to have fun. Any penalties would result in the victim having a shootout against the goalie.The normally full arena had approximately 2,000 people in attendance. Brad stood side by side with his linemates on the blue line as the national anthem was sung. He smiled at the beautiful looking teen with long brunette hair, tied in a tight ponytail standing on the opposite blue line. It was his love, Abby. Her. He stopped and smiled at Beall, "Now what?" he said."Just two questions, Tim. Did you know a fair haired whore down in Georgetown called the Swede, or Joan something?" Haw, that's a good one, me and the big Swede. She wouldn't comb my hair for what I could afford much less..." Tim McNish looked over at his father who had stopped hammering and was listening. "Yes sir, I knew her on sight. And some regal sight it is. Best set of tits on the river, enough to make both your cods and your teeth. Denver gave he and her resistance totally collapsed when Mrs. Denver added, “Of course if you would care to bend over again we can discuss it after, shall we say, six of the best?” Mrs. Howe let out another sob and said, “No Mrs. Denver, that won’t be necessary. My Mum will do it.” “Good choice Mrs. Howe,” she said sarcastically. Mrs. Denver was satisfied all around and said, “Right, Charlotte will complete the procedure so please get dressed and go and see her.” Mother and daughter quickly put.