The American blonde, the very prison president sipped at his coffee and shot a gentle glare at Mr. Fanny who was brought in by a prison warden. The prison warden stood aside.

To the prison warden, he said, “ You can leave us for now. I want some private moment with him.”

The door slammed – the prison warden had left.

His head stooped to Mr. Fanny. “I have thought about ways to help a fellow man and I came up with a nice offer. He paused to sip at his coffee. ...