“Turn around and bend over.” The kid really looked at him. “Get your jollies off somebody else. I won’t put up with any more of this.” “Yes you will. Aside from what you might have hid up it, I’m not interested in your rear end whatsoever. Just do what you’re told. Now reach back and spread your cheeks. Come on, it’s not a sight I enjoy. There. You know, when I worked in Louisville, I once had a prisoner with a three-inch knife in a leather case shoved up himself. It always beat me how he could sit down.”
