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nd picks up the title of 'ex-convict'. Spending so long a time behind bars can be very trying. The isolation, the loneliness, the quiet. Th

perhaps regret his actions, so that when he is finally released, he would be positively use

d imprisoned for possession and dealing in heroine. Up until six months ago, he had been serving his sentence in a medium-security prison before he was brought to finish o

hnny?

im with no small difficulty due to his enormous size. Both men were about the same height, but

day, right?", he

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ait for mine too, you know.

n your

upward, howling a laugh that sounded like a hyena's. He knew from experience that if he let him, Henry wo

u now and take your place, huh?

ey, you haven't gi

, he put his hand into his large overall through the neck and after a lot of struggling, pulled out a piece

" he whispered. "Directions an

siastically and q

nks

belly leading the way. John stared at the heavy figure of his friend rushing across the yard. He couldn't imagine how he managed to breathe at all with such a large belly. He shrugged and patted the part of

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to do what he wanted to do. He brought out the paper Henry had earlier given him and carefully unfolded it. He glanced back at Henry again before perusing

s satisfied that everything was committed to his elastic memory. Time was of the essence, so he quickly f

ver an hour, mentally and psychologically preparing himself for the long day ahead. Soon after, a guard came for h

morning, John Baldwin looked left, right and straight ahead, but never backward. The world was open to him, but he had only one place to go, o

ts outside the prison walls felt refreshing and fascinating. Little as it was, the town was lively and looked industrious. There was human and commercial activity in every cranny albeit in small scale. John loved the town. H

d quickly off the main road and took the side walk towards his first stop. Mentally arranging the

by pot-smoking street ruffians who he guessed were acting as gatekeepers and informants. S

? Lost or something?", he growle

and then focused on his eyes. He wasn't ju

o see Nico,

e fuck

ry Gonzalez. Nic

k unconvinced, but John could see that he was checked

ed and swaggered his

patient and annoyed. He hated waiting out there in such harsh weather, but he had to tell him

lite language, to follow him. John would jump at any chance to get out of the cold, but for pride's sake, he screwed

ct it looked like a little villa. Getting into the house itself, he was treated to more splashes of luxury. It was clear that Nico had fine taste. From the expensive technology procured for security and amusement to the interi

l him that Nico was not one to be trifled with. One glance at him and John could judge the man's acute sense of perception. N

o bellowed as he approached John with o

vingly and showing him to a sofa. John had managed to meet his gaze without blinking and he congratulated himself for the feat. E

ed, cunning and superior-aired personality. As he sat quietly, taking in his surroundings, he kne