“Some things are hard to forget,” he said. To his way of thinking those things included her fine, young ass and this disgusting drink she always o...dered.He set the plastic glass on the bar and waved away Bebe’s feeble attempt at paying. Leaning close, he spoke in a low voice so other customers wouldn’t hear. “Keep your money. Put it in the jukebox if you wanna. But for God’s sake, don’t play anything by Buck Owens.”Everyone knew there were three things Sam couldn’t abide, uppity niggers, guys. He agreed to meet me at a hotel the next day for a discussion of our situation. We met at his room at the Minneapolis Hilton Hotel. As we walked into his room, Tom motioned for us to be silent as we proceeded into the center of the room. Tom produced a scanner and checked us from head to toe. To our surprise, he detected a bug on each of us. I had a GPS transmitter imbedded in my phone and Olivia had a GPS and an audio transmitter in her purse and on her keychain. Tom took our bugged items and. On a hospital bed behind a curtain lies the red headed slave who wouldn't keep her eyes to the ground. Her legs in fresh plaster casts, winched at an angle. Black sutures close the wounds on her breasts, where her nipples used to be. Her eyes widen at the site of me, but she stays still."How are you feeling today?" Dr. Goode asks."Very well, doctor. Thank you." The slave responds in an even tone.Dr. Goode returns her attention to me. "Would you like to move on?" Not yet." I reply, before. ‘Ok, just stop, or you’re going to get a boner in your speedo.’ Dave may have actually of popped a huge one, if the door to Mr.Baily’s office hadn’t suddenly opened. “I hope you didn’t mind waiting,” the other teacher said to Dave as he passed out of the office. “No problem at all,” Dave said. And it really wasn’t. It was last period, and he really had no where to go after high school. Plus he didn’t really enjoy showering with the other guys. Well, actually he enjoyed it quite a bit, and that.