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* CHAPTER 21 *

" WOAH!" Bump that, cool baby. Look, I'm on the set right now. So, come scoop me up, ok? Later, got to go..." 5000 big sexy."

 " OOP!" Time to go fishing Kat.  SUCKER, done took the bait winch. And, when I get with him. Girl, I'm going to serve him today's left-over seafood between these hot thighs. So, with that being said, " Later Dum-Dum."

Afterward, now as Carroll proceeds to walk out. Thus, she slams the designed door behind her in haste. Kathy now plops down on the nearby couch looks to the ceiling and smiles. Yet, she still wonders about the advances, concerning her upcoming date. Nonetheless, the lonely sadness within her spirit slowly starts to unravel. Kathy speaks, "AHHH, fuck it! Now, get your shit together and grab that clock over there, and set it on side us. Now, let's set our wake-up time for... she then smiles and continues, " Daddy Long Fellow." Shit, for my good dammit; " I hope!" Briefly, as time passes. Thus, still smiling inside, with a calm purpose of inner comfort. Suddenly, she then falls off into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, clear across town in the valley, back at " Lock-Down maximum-security Prison." Currently, now serving a 35-year sentence for mad trafficking of drugs. Jonathon Radd, white, five-foot, six inches, known Australian drug lord shows a view in contemplation. Thus, rubbing his head in anticipation of what moves to make. Muscles bulging, as the sweat of anger gives him a much-needed rush. As he walks, back and forth in his cell. Next, passing is prison guard Jerry. One of which makes his rounds in a timely fashion on this modern computerized tier block. Standing 6 foot 6 inches in height built like a Russian tank. Although African American, he likes Radd's swagger.

Radd speaks, " Ah, excuse me, Captain." Can, I make a local call for about, five minutes or so?

Jerry then turns to the cell door, proceeds to unlock it, and says, " Okay Mr. Radd." I can grant you such." Yet, be mindful that your calls shall continue to be monitored. And so, the FBI has your shit on lock! Plus, I'll stand within a five-foot radius of you just in case you're feeling froggy, my man. " No funny biz, and do you understand me, mate

Next, looking unto Jerry he smiles," Alright Jerry!" No one loves old Radd anyway. So, be mindful...." this shall be my last call upon this tier until in hopes that I'm transferred."

Jerry laughs, "Well, I hear you on those tones, Mr. Radd." Because you can smile and have a bit of peace for now.

"Why are you speaking of such Jerry?"

"Because Radd my man!" Tomorrow, you'll be transferred to our other facility in New Mexico.

Radd replies, " OH, New Mexico you say?" Trust me, I have waited for some good news. Besides, the moon is full out there tonight. Thus, he smiles saying, Thee spiders are spinning their web all around us as we speak!" Next, he picks up the line, from a wall-mounted phone and says, " By the way Jerry, are there any ice cream pops left out there by way of your lunch box mate?

Jerry smiles, " Of course, I do mate." But it's going to be a cold day in hell before you have the pleasure to get one of your own.

" Hemm, I see you got jokes with yourself young man." But we'll see who has the last real laugh around this concrete dump!

Wow, that's a long overdue dream, that you'll wake up with via New Mexico my man. Also," Hurry the hell up, make your phone call sir."  Real talk mate, so I can get on back with my rounds in this bitch.

"Alright, Jerry." But you know young man. It's funny how life feels. Yes, when someone else has the upper hand around your neck at times. Suddenly, he smiles and says, "Besides, who has the time? Now being honest with myself, the reality is like an Alligator in heat mate. "So, you also be at attention tonight, while you're doing your duties as well. Lastly, you should be wise to distinguish life's predators, "as well as those who are friends' young man! "Now, with that being said, " just simmer it on down a bit my man!" Jerry, my word is the law. Won't be but a minute or two. Radd then commences doing a double-take with the phone receiver, while hanging it up. Next smiling, he picks up the line again to dial. Meanwhile, at a glance, Jerry now taps with his nightstick, in rhythm onto him. Seeing in mind's eye, maybe hearing vital information unto said inmates' virtue. As he dials, on the other end is at viewed COSMOS. He is an Australian native, with blonde hair, toned in a Van Dam mode of structure. Muscles bulge, as he holds MAX, a large" KOMODO" dragon lizard which now continues to jerk away from him upon a chained leash. While others, upon their knees shooting dice, stand in mutual aspects at such time. Abruptly, he gains control of Max. Next, looking tense in reaction, he voices unto his associates," SHEEH! " "Quiet you assholes; IT'S THE BOSS YOU FUCKERS!"