Oh yeah, I almost forgot, my comment previously about knowing what a grinning retard looked like. I didn’t mean no harm but I probably know more abo...t that than most of you readers. You see, when I was seated early in the back of the bus, it was around six pm, dusk was arriving, it wasn’t a crowded bus and I figured I could stretch out on the long rear seat at the back when some older woman got on the bus pulling a big lug of a guy. He looked in his early 30’s, she kinda guided him flat footed. Before long, any woman on the streets looked on the policeforce as a threat to themselves rather than a protection for them. Within a week, again on the pretext of "extremist feminist activity," anew law was passed that allowed the police to keep female suspects in custodywithout giving any reason for their actions for up to eight months before eithercharging or releasing them. Naturally, no woman was ever releasedunder the new system. And, of course, since the police could holdfemales in. If Jimmy didn't return on his own, he would have to be sold to a buyer in the third world. Real, lifetime slavery. I certainly couldn't have him out there running loose, given what he knew. I might eventually sell him anyway. But if he was a very good boy, I would feel safe selling him within the country, to someone who would treat him reasonably well. I didn't even rule out setting him free, and not sending videos to his father. But he would have to convince me that he deserved to be turned. It had a nice assortment of seafood and wasn’t the most expensive item on the menu. He announced, “I’m going with the Fisherman’s Platter.”Ed looked over that item in the menu and decided that sounded pretty good. He said, “Actually, that sounds pretty good. I think I’ll have that too.”Jay shrugged and said, “Count me in.”Shaking his head, Leroy said, “I know it’s going to sound like a black stereotype, but I’m going with the fried catfish.”Ed laughed and replied, “A man after my own heart. You.