"Right that parts done, now who have we got here?" Dean looked at her with a puzzled look replied to her. "I'm your personal assistant from this hotel... Anything you want I'll try and get for you!" He didn't like the sound of saying I'm your personal slave, and assistant sounded more professional. "Ah right, so you have to do everything I tell you to, RIGHT?" she queried. "I guess so!" Dean was getting more and more puzzled. "I guess I own you at this point with all your hands tied up with my. He taught me how to suck, fuck, and say the right things. Sometimes my wife watched, sometimes it was just Jeff and I. I often wonder what she thought of this but it was her fault I was in this position.By the time I reported to prison Jeff said I would make Bob a good jail wife and to remember not to piss him off.I was so scared riding the prison van to be admitted. I walked in with a bunch of other guys in on orange jumpsuit not knowing what to expect.When us new prisoners were marched into. No guy will ever be your friend, I know... they just want to get to your panties and then move on to the next score. I noticed how that Randy looks at your ass. He cannot wait to get to it... he just doesn't seem to have the balls to make the move. The brothers are even more pathetic.But, you gotta be careful with that short brunette... What's her name...? Jen, isn't?" - Nanci felt a cold shiver ran down her back... how long was she going to be able to conceal the truth? If her girlfriend was. Federally sponsored settlements, called Potter Towns after the Secretary of Housing, were created in rural areas to house those people who the authorities had deemed as not having a reason to stay in the cities. Stockbrokers and corporate lawyers used to five figure salaries and country club luncheons found themselves rubbing shoulders with convenience store clerks and farmers in rural backwoods towns like Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania and Elk Ford, Tennessee. Needless to say, many states' had.