In the middle of the great foyer of Lancaster Manor stood a row of rather tense looking Salt Bay Turbos. Once again, the tailor measured them all one by one. His tape measure pressed up against Divos inner thigh rather unceremoniously. He had never been to a fitting before. But he couldn't imagine a worse introduction to one. He swore that the old mans wrist brushed against his crotch more than a few times. The whole thing was perverse to Divo, even without the crotch brushing. After taking some notes on his little note pad the tailor then began to measurer the inner thigh of his left leg. This time around the tailor brushed a little too forcefully against Divos crotch.

[color=turquoise]"Hey! What the!"[/color] he exclaimed.

"Don't flatter yourself kid. I've been on my feet all day and these old bones ain't gettin any younger." said the tailor.

[color=turquoise]"Whatever, just take it easy down there."[/color] requested Divo.

"Quit your complainin. You're lucky that rich little brat ain't around. He can be one mean son of a bitch." the tailor remarked.

[color=turquoise]"You got that right old timer. But why work for a piece of shit like that?"[/color] inquired Divo.

"Look kid I ain't no saint. The kid pays well and my pension just ain't cuttin it these days." explained the tailor rather defensively.

[color=turquoise]"I guess I can't fault you too much old timer. It seems that in the end, we all gotta do whatever we can survive."[/color] said Divo ruefully.

"You're smarter than you look kid. I'm going to give you the brass buttons." offered the tailor jovially.

[color=turquoise]"Thanks old timer. I really appreciate it. Where is that rich brat anyway?"[/color] asked Divo.

"He's out exercising with your tall fat friend. His uniform is going to be a heck of a lot of work let me tell you." said the tailor.

[color=turquoise]"Lord knows he needs it."[/color] remarked Divo.

The tailor himself let out a loud and breathless sounding laugh. Divo was beginning to like this old man. If only he didn't take an eternity to make a single measurement. Divo surmised though that he did distract the man from his job with pleasant conversation. And so Divo stood as still as a mannequin until the job was done. He couldn't help but worry about Rolo though.

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[color=gold]"You gotta run faster than that fat boy!"[/color] yelled Charles from the drivers seat of one of his luxury sedans.

[color=orange]"Yes......sir."[/color] replied Rolo between puffs of breath.

Rolo was made to run the mountain road, from the Lancaster Manor down to the town of Sea Salt Bay and back again. The task was quite an arduous one to say the least. The sun was setting on yet another beautiful spring day. The birds in the overhanging trees chirped and tweeted for their lovers and their territory. Truly it was a chaotic yet melodic sound. The view from the mountain itself would have been glorious. Especially with how the sun set over the bay. Unfortunately for Rolo though, he was not in a position to truly appreciate it. He was far too busy being made to torture himself through exercise whilst being tormented by Charles. 

Whenever he stopped, Charles threw rotten food at him. It was beyond humiliating and it kinda hurt. Charles seemed to have a good arm on him. But none of it affected Rolo though, for he knew he had the love and support of a very lovely young lady. Every time he thought of Corinne, he couldn't help but smile. Even during Charles' incessant taunts the smile never left his face. The rotten food did hurt a little but he was able to tune that out as well. All he had to do was think about how he and Corinne would get their sweet revenge. How very satisfying it will be after all the torment he will have to endure at the hands of Charles. And so Rolo decided to roll with the punched so to speak and wait for an opening. 

[color=gold]"Wipe that smile off of your face you fat tub of shit!"[/color] yelled Charles.

[color=orange]"Yes sir."[/color] replied Rolo with more levity this time.