When I left the shower I was handed a towel and told to follow the woman who had cleansed my insides. We stopped at another station-like affair and a fellow rubbed me down with an oily substance. My wrists were locked into wide steel cuffs behind my back while a wide collar was closed around my neck. A short but heavy chain connected my wrists to my collar pulling my arms up to the middle of my back and a heavy pair of similar manacles circled my ankles. They were connected with a twelve inch length of chain. I guess I was just about ready.
Slowly I shuffled along heading for a fate that I could not control. A cell door opened and I was led inside like a hardened criminal. Then I thought – maybe I am. I was a thief and I realized the meaning of the old saying, “Don’t do the crime, if you
