"Oh. Yes. Yes," the man said. "W-Well, yes," he added lamely and tried to drink his beer, but he wasn't concentrating and again, some of it went down the front of his polyester sports jacket.

"Come on then," said Sammy and got up. Jack was so easy. In the taxi, he allowed himself to be blindfolded with no trouble at all. Most of the men tried to demand a kiss at least from the girls, but he just let them cover his eyes and sat there giggling to himself like the hick he was. Sammy put his glasses in her purse. It was always fun to crush them as the last act before they threw their men out. If they didn't wear glasses, the girls would often rip out the zippers of their pants, making it even more embarrassing for them to get home.

Sammy paid the taxi-driver, and the two of them led Jack up the stone stairs and into the house. They opened the door and cased him through it into the hall.

"Careful now, there are some more steps," said Sammy as they put him on the top stair leading down to the dungeon.

"Ooooh, they're steep!" said Jack, reaching for the stair rail and crawling his way down. "When do you show me?"

"Just a minute," said Sammy, giving his arm to Amanda and picking up the hard, lead weighted rubber club.

"This is gonna be great!" said Jack as he stepped into the dungeon and waited.

Amanda flipped the lights on and Sammy raised the club. Then it all went wrong. As Sammy lashed the club down, Jack side-stepped and ripped the blindfold off. With an almost lazy motion he swung around, caught Sammy by the arm and swung her around so that her arm was behind her back.

She screamed and struggled, but he was suddenly a lot stronger than they had thought. In one movement he grabbed Amanda and slung her into the small barred cell they used to hold their prisoners.

"What the hell…" Amanda yelled as she stumbled into the stone wall.