Just Bill.” He answered, “You gotta piss?”
“Yes.” I wanted to at least stand-up and stretch. My hands were wrapped with duct tape. I sat there watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. Insurance forms I filled out in triplicate. A quick shake and tuck and I was good as new. The tapping came to the edge of the table and a woman’s voice filled the silence. The tenseness of the situation, and the need to urinate made it difficult for me to give in to the feeling he was giving me. I could hear snoring in one corner. He dropped his shorts and tossed them on the cot. Just Bill.” He answered, “You gotta piss?”
“Yes.” I wanted to at least stand-up and stretch. And all the hoopla that I faced I side now in my garage and wonder if I can find that building again! The tape binding me to the chair was ripped through and I was led across the room. “You are going to meet the boss.” Raheem was almost passive as he