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            There it goes again!  Lewie hated being interrupted when he was watching the ball game, but he was definitely hearing screwy noises down in his basement.  It had better not be those rats, Lewie thought as he trudged down the stairs.  Lewie hated rats.
            “Anybody down here?” Lewie asked the dark shadows of the basement and then laughed at himself for asking such a silly question.
            “Took you long enough,” a cold voice answered just before Lewie felt a big clammy hand clamped over Lewie’s mouth.  “Don't you pay no attention when you got people making noises down in your basement?”
            The big hand moved from Lewie’s lips down to his shoulder and Lewie looked back to see—“Vic!  What're you doing here?”
            “The Boss wants to see you.”
            “But I just saw Martie yesterday,” Lewie started looking for a way out.
            “Not Martie,” Vic growled, “The Big Boss down in Mineral City.  Seems like that last shipment you sent came in a little light.”
            “But that wasn't me!  That shipment was right!  I know it was!” Lewie panicked.
            Vic’s big hand pushed Lewie down to his knees and then wrapped itself around Lewie’s mouth again.  “You want to be called Lewie or Lumpy?”  Vic said.  “Smart thing for you to do right now is to start cooperating,” Vic advised with a threat in his voice.
            Lewie’s mind was in a whirl while Vic tossed a bunch of XXXX-up pieces of Lewie’s spare clothesline on the floor and then began using pieces of the rope to tie up Lewie’s body with the sure hands of an expert.    And what an idiot he'd been to come down here looking for prowlers in his bare feet and cut-offs like he was going for another beer.
            By then Lewie was tied up good and tight and Vic was pulling his head back while he held a thick band of cloth in front of Lewie’s mouth.  Lewie just had time to recognize the cloth as a piece of rank old rag he'd used to polish his car with last week before Vic XXXX his lips apart and then starting tying the cloth band tightly between Lewie’s teeth.

            The taste of car wax and the other nasty things on the old cloth began melting on Lewie’s tongue as his mouth started to water down the strange intruder with lots of drool.
            “Now you be a good boy,” Vic advised as he pushed Lewie’s tied up body down onto the floor.  “I got some arrangements to make.”
            Lewie lay very still and watched big Vic until the enforcer was out of sight.  Then he began twisting his wrists against the tight ropes and working his tongue against the awful tasting gag.  Something was very wrong here.  That shipment had been right when Lewie sent it out.  Somebody else was trying to put the finger on Lewie, somebody like Martie maybe.
            Lewie wasn't sure, but he couldn't find out lying here all tied up like some kind of turkey.  So Lewie began rolling all over the floor as he struggled and strained and cussed against the tight ropes and at the gag that was starting to XXXX him.
            “Won't do you no good.”  All of a sudden Vic was standing over Lewie and laughing at him.  “When I tie somebody up, they stay tied.  Now I got to get you ready to go on the train.”
            A train…?  Lewie started to get his hopes up.  Vic couldn't take him on a train looking like this.  He’d have to let him put his clothes on. 
            “Forget it, Lewie,” Vic laughed at him again.  “You ain't going to be going as no passenger.  I'm shipping you as freight.”
            Lewie’s heart sunk as he saw the big box a smiling Vic was pointing to.
            “Let’s go, into the box real easy like.  I'd hate for you to have to travel with a headache and a big knot on your head,” Vic warned Lewie with a look on his face.
            So Lewie allowed his bound body to be manhandled by the big enforcer until he found himself packed down in the bottom of the big box.
            “Nice and comfy now?” Vic laughed again and that was really beginning to get on Lewie’s nerves.  “Don't worry, you probably got a whole hamper full of dirty underwear and socks and some damp old towels I can pack in there with you so you don't bounce around too much.”  Vic closed the top of the box.
            Lewie lay in the cramped dark of the box and began making plans for what he was going to do to that damn Martie when he got out of this.
            If he got out of this…?

Lewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff