He came back in the living room, sat in the chair and looked at me. I said, “are we going to see a doctor?”. He replied, “Yes’. I said, “I have seen lots of doctors and none of them could fine anything.” He said, ” The guy who hired me only hires the best of the best so I doubt if you have see this doctor.” He got out of his chair came over and unhand cuffed me. I said, “You don’t need the hand cuff. I am not going to give you any trouble.” He replied,” You better not. I will beat the shit out of you and then have my way with you as long as I want. I don’t get paid for shit so I will take it out of your hide.”
Music came on the tv so he took my hand and said lets dance. I said, “No.” He replied, “Oh come on its only a dance.” He pulled me up from the couch. Put my left hand on his shoulder. Put his arm around my waist and took my right hand in his. He started swaying back and forth. I was glaring at him. He pulled me close to him. It was so tight I gasped. He loosen up but I was still right against him. He took his hand and pushed the side of my head against his chest. After a few sways he said, “this nice. I haven’t danced with another for years.” The song ended. He kissed me on my head and said, “Lets go check on dinner.”
He lead me to the kitchen where the table was set for two and had me sit down. He set a plate in front me with roast beef covered with brown gravy, a bake potato with butter and chives and candied carrots. I tasted the carrots first. They melted in my mouth and tasted so good. The roast beef was cook to perfection. It tasted so so good. I wondered if the drugs were making me hungry and making the food taste better. He looked at me and said, “How is it.” I stopped eating for a second and replied, “Wow this really great.” He replied, “I have been cooking all after noon just for you, so I am glad you like it.” I stuffed myself. It was shameful.