Chapter 1294

• The Birthday Bull - Chapter 4 (b)
• "Very good," the chef said, satisfied when he was glistening. "Go ahead and lay on your back, feet facing toward the oven."
• Carefully, Michael sat on his bottom. He lay back on the cold metal, trying to avoid looking at the women staring at him. He felt the chef take his ankles, placing his feet on the lip on the tray. Above was the bright ceiling, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to wake up from this terrible dream.