#Chapter96

“Hey Dan Sanders, you have a visitor.”

Dan’s head shot up at the weird and unexpected shout out the guards made as he unlocked his cell. It had been over a few weeks if Dan was sane enough to keep track of time right. All he could think about was his hot tub with jets, soaking with a huge glass of Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992. Hell he couldn’t lie to himself. A shot glass of tequila would arouse his fancy at the moment.

The walk of shame towards the front wasn’t the issue. Whoever was on the other side of the window was who he was embarrassed for. Walking...