It was almost midnight when Sami was approached by a young, good looking policeman. It was quickly established that SAmi would accompany the man to a hotel room. Then the man could expect oral sex from Sami, plus a session in bed involving anal. All this was for one hundred dollars, cash paid in advance. At the hotel room, in one of Selbyville's upscale establishments, Sami was shocked when the trick pulled out a pair of handcuffs as soon as Sami deposited the agreed upon sum into her purse. Poor Sami!
In a fog of incomprehension, familiar to middle class people unaware of the reality of being arrested and hustled off to hail, Sami was lost. The grim details seemed dreamlike to the pail-faced youth, who still hadn't become acclimated to the world anyway. When the cops tried to ask him some basic questions, Sami blurted out his real name and his real address. The police very quickly established that this young guy was using old Sam Jodry's identity, which was ludicrous in light of the age of difference. Detective Rumorhogg oversaw the kid's arrest. The motel room was cleaned out, tot he hushed witnessing of a knot of civilians, who stared like attendants at someone's freedom's funeral.