”I retrieved a business card already written on from a used tired store and wrote my cell number on it and gave it to him and told him to call me so...etime. I was busy with work for the next few days so I didn’t return to his house but thought about him often and how I missed his laugh and how I wished he would call. One night on my way home to an empty house as my Dad and Grandma had gone out for the night my phone rang, not recognizing the number I cleared the call.This strange number left a. Smiling, he said, "Hi! I'm Pete Stewart. You must be Cynthia Martin, my wife's new—" —slave, Mr. Stewart," she finished with a smile. "I'm your wife's bond slave." Suddenly, she appeared flustered. Cindy had been prepared to take Pete's hat and coat but realized he didn't have one.He closed the door and looked at her closely. "Turn around, please?" he asked. She did as she was told. Pete let out a low whistle as he saw the cuts scoring her back and buttocks. "What happened to you, Cynthia?"She. "At least we made it," Stacy Miller, drummer, added. "I just wish we didn'thave to do it again."I grimaced. While I got to fly back and forth because of school, everyoneelse was making two more trips cross-country before we finished the tour inthe western United States."I'm sorry, guys," I told them. The concert tour had been put togetherquickly. I knew that my schedule had been determined by what dates wereavailable, and not by determining the easiest way to move the equipmentaround the. It takes me twenty minutes to get dressed in the morning. I can’t wash the dishes.”Henry knew that his big friend was frustrated. It was hard for him to imagine being unable to use his strength on need, much less being unable to do simple everyday tasks. Men who were used to being strong felt particularly vulnerable when weak. He asked, “So what’s happening on the legal front?”“They’ve confiscated all of Benson’s assets in the neighborhood because they are associated with drugs. My lawyer has.