Bud Holmes loved his job as chief disciplinary officer at the newly-founded (and lavishly funded) young mens’ correctional facility. It amused him- in fact it became a kind of personal ‘signature’ at the commencement of a session- to immobilize the terrified offender, still fully clothed, ease into a comfortable chair, pour a tall glass of whisky and, perhaps, light up a contraband Cuban cigar. He would then spend the next forty-five minutes or so describing in intimate and graphic detail all of the things that might- no, make that probably would- happen when the three hour long disciplinary session finally commenced.
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One of my favorite scenes: a young man tied up in a chair – tee shirt and jeans. However, for me, the disciplinarian officer steals the show. A whole novel could be written around this character. I can’t imagine where you found him.
Thanks, Amalaric!
-Aquadude