I reached out both hands, holding them together and giving him a choice.
“Please, lock your cuffs on me.”
He didn’t know what to do. He just stood there totally dumbfounded.
“Come on. Do it or take me back to the airport and put me on a plane to the United States.”
Finally he reached behind his back and removed the cuffs from their case. With two hardly audible, yet deafening clicks I willingly gave up my freedom. I just hoped my plan would work.
He sat down on one of his porch chairs, and I knelt at his feet. I think he liked my gesture of surrender.
“Go in and get me a beer!” he demanded, testing my obedience.
Immediately I did. He smiled as I opened it and handed it to him.
“What is your name, Master”? I asked.
“William, but I don’t go by Bill.”
“Then I shall call you Master
