 hotfooted for the men's room. As soon as the door closed behind him he relaxed his jaws and the sadistic grin triumphantly galloped onto this face. It was a full two minutes before the grin lost some steam and Tony was able to push it back into his inner repository of various expressions. He went back out to the search room. Elvis looked at him uneasily.

And also somewhat suspiciously.

"You OK, Tony? You were looking kinda strange there." The sadistic leer immediately tried a comeback. Ineffectually. Tony was ready for it.

"Just feeling a little woozy, El," Tony said. "You know me and my stomach." Elvis did indeed have plenty of experience with Tony and his stomach. Tony had a notoriously queasy stomach that had the unfortunate tendency to volcanically unload its contents at what were almost always the most inopportune of times. Tony's surreptitious port nickname was Tony the Puke. Not that anyone ever said it to his face. Except Copro, who snitched on the other officers, telling Tony what their nickname for him was. Which, contrary to Copro's expectations, didn't win him any points with Tony. All it did was piss him off and unfortunately for Copro he was the closest target of opportunity. A typical Copro miscue in a long series of them that were more or less the story of his life.

Elvis was immediately on his guard. The only times Tony ever used Elvis' nickname 'El' was when he was up to something. A something that invariably did not have Elvis' well being in mind.

"Let's get on with the strip search," Tony said, trying to keep his voice sounding both neutral and authoritative. Which was another important management tool he'd picked at Supervisors' School in Sweat Bath, Georgia. "This has been dragging on long enough." Elvis looked around.

"Where's Lorenzo? Should I go get him? This is definitely a job for him. Besides, he could use some stats. The poor guy sure doesn't get many."

Poor guy? Lorenzo? That didn't sound like Elvis at all. Tony knew damn well that Elvis was none too fond of Lorenzo. So much the better, Tony thought. That meant Elvis for sure didn't want to strip search Fleshmound. A tiny smile flickered on Tony's face. That made it even sweeter!


hotfooted for the men's room. As soon as the door close behind him he relaxed his jaws and the sadistic smile triumphantly galloped onto this font. It was a full two minute before the smile lost some steam and Tony was able to push it back into his inner repository of various expression. He went back out to the search room. Elvis looked at him uneasily. 

 And also somewhat suspiciously. 

 " You OK, Tony? You were looking rather strange there. " The sadistic leer immediately tried a rejoinder. Ineffectually. Tony was ready for it. 

 " Just feeling a little woozy, El, " Tony said. " You acknowledge me and my stomach. " Elvis did indeed have plenty of experience with Tony and his stomach. Tony had a notoriously anxious stomach that had the unfortunate tendency to volcanically unload its contents at what were almost always the most inopportune of times. Tony's surreptitious port nickname was Tony the Puke. Not that anyone ever said it to his face. Except Copro, who snitched on the other officers, state Tony what their nickname for him was. Which, contrary to Copro's expectations, didn't succeed him any points with Tony. All it did was piss him off and unfortunately for Copro he was the closest prey of opportunity. A typical Copro miscue in a long series of them that were more or less the fib of his life. 

 Elvis was immediately on his guard. The only times Tony always used Elvis' nickname' El' was when he was up to something. A something that invariably did not have Elvis' well being in mind. 

 " Let's get on with the strip search, " Tony suppose, try to keep his voice sounding both achromatic and authoritative. Which was another important management tool he'd picked at Supervisors' School in Sweat Bath, Georgia. " This has been drag on long enough. " Elvis looked around. 

 " Where's Lorenzo? Should I go get him? This is decidedly a job for him. Besides, he could use some stats. The poor guy sure doesn't get many. " 

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and aLso somewhat suspicIOuSLy.

"You OK, Tony? You Were loOkINg KINda StrAnge there." THe SadisTIc leer iMMeDIATelY Tried a comebacK. IneffectuaLLy. TOny was ReAdy FOr it.

"JuSt feeLiNG a lIttle woozy, EL," TonY said. "You kNow me aND my stomACh." Elvis Did indEed HavE pleNTy Of ExpErIEncE WiTh TONy aNd his stoMaCh. tony hAd a nOTORIousLy qUeasY stomAch that had the UnfOrtuNAte TendeNcy to VolcAnIcallY unloaD its cOnTents at what were AlmoSt always tHe mOsT inOpPortuNE of timEs. TOny'S surrepTitious POrt NiCKNAmE was Tony the Puke. Not ThAT AnYone ever Said it TO hIs FAce. ExcepT COprO, who SNItcheD on tHE oTher offiCers, teLLiNg tony whaT tHeir niCkNamE foR him wAS. WhiCh, contRary to CoPro's eXPectations, didn'T Win him any poinTS wITH TONy. AlL it Did was piss hIm ofF And uNforTUnAteLY for COpro hE wAS tHE closest target of oppOrTunity. a typiCal Copro miscuE in a long seRIES of them tHat wERe MOre or less the stOry of His life.

ElvIS was immeDiateLy on his gUard. The onLY Times TonY evEr uSed elvIS' NiCkname 'El' was whEN He waS uP to someThiNg. A someThiNg tHat InvArIably did nOt have ElViS' wElL bEinG in miND.

"Let's get On WitH tHe sTrip sEArch," ToNy saiD, tryInG tO KeeP his voiCE sOUNdinG bOtH neuTraL aNd autHoriTAtiVe. Which Was anotheR imPOrtaNt MaNagemenT tool he'd pickeD aT SupervisoRs' schOol in SWEAt Bath, GeOrgia. "This has been dragginG On long eNouGh." ElvIs loOked arounD.

"WhEre's LoRenZO? ShoulD I go geT him? THiS is DEFinitELY a Job FoR him. BesideS, HE coUld usE sOme sTats. The Poor guy sure doesn't gET maNy."

Poor guy? LoreNzo? that DIDn'T soUNd LIke elVIs aT ALl. Tony knew damn wEll that ElvIs WAs None too fonD Of LOrEnzo. So mUch the bEtter, tOny thouGht. That meAnt Elvis fOr Sure DIDn't Want to striP search FLeshmound. a Tiny sMIlE flicKerEd on ToNy'S faCe. ThaT made iT EveN sweeTer!


 hotfooted for the men's r oom. As so on as  th e d oo r cl osed  behind him he rela xed his jaws and the s adist ic grin tr iumph antly g a ll o p edon to  th is fa ce. I t w as a fu ll two min ute sbefore the g r in  lost some  st eam and Tony  wa s able  t o p u sh it  ba ck in to his innerrepositor yo f vari o us expr e s si ons.  He went back out to the search roo m. Elv is lo o k edathim uneasi ly .

An d  also s o me w h a t s u spiciously.
"You OK, To n y?You we re  lo o king k indast r ang e there." T he s adistic l eer im m ediatel y  trieda come bac k.Inef f ec tu all y. Ton y  w asr ead y for it .
" Justfeel i n g a li ttl e wo ozy,El," Tony sai d."You kno w meand m y st om ach."  Elvis  didin deed have plent y of  experien cewi thTo ny an d  his s tom ach . Tonyhad a n o tor io u s l yqueasy stomach tha th a dthe unfo rtunat e  t en d ency tovo lca nica l l y unl oadi ts  content s at w h at  w ere alm os t alwa ys  th e m ost i n oppo rtuneof times . Ton y 's surreptitio u s port nickna m ew a sT onythe  Puke. Notthat anyo ne e v er  sa i d itto hi sf ac e . Except Copro, who  s nitche d onthe other off icers, tel l i n g Tony w hatt he i r nickname for  himwas. Which ,  contrar y toCopro'sexpectati o n s, didn' t w inhim  an y po ints with Ton y .  All  i t did w aspiss hi m o ffand  un fo rtunately  for Cop ro  h ewa s t he cl o sest tar ge t o fopp ortun i ty. Atypic al C op ro mis cue ina  l o n g se ri es  ofthe mthatwere mor e or le ss the st ory of h is  l ife.

E lvis was imme di ately on h is  gu ard. T h e  only ti mes Tony ever used Elvi s ' nickn ame  'El'  was  when hewas  up to  so m ething . A so methi ng  th a t  inva r i ab lydi d not have E lvi s' we ll  bei ng in m ind.

"Let's get o n  wi th the stripsea rch, " To nys ai d , t ry i ngt o  keep his voice  soundingbo t hneutral an d  au th oritati ve. Whi ch wa s  anothe r importa nt manage me nt t o o l h e'd picked  at Supe rvisors'S chool in  Swea t B ath, G eo rgi a. "T his ha s  be en dr agging  o n long  enou gh ." Elvis  looked around.

"Where 's Lor enzo?  Sh ould I go  ge t  hi m? This i s de finitely a  jo b f or hi m.B eside s, h e  c oul d  usesome stats. Th e  p oor g uy  sure doesn ' t get  many ."Poor g uy?Lorenzo? That did n 't sound likeElvi s atall .  Ton yknew damn well  th at E lvis was  n one too fon d of Lor en z o. So  muchthe be tter, T o n yt hought . Th atmeant Elv isfo r  sure d id n' t  wantto s tr ip sea rch Fl e shmo u n d. A tiny smileflick e r ed on Ton y's f ac e. That made  it even s weeter!


 hotfooted_for the_men's room. As soon_as the_door_closed behind_him_he relaxed his_jaws and the_sadistic grin triumphantly galloped_onto this face._It_was a full two minutes before the grin lost some steam and Tony was_able_to push_it_back_into his inner repository of_various expressions. He went back_out to_the search room. Elvis looked at him uneasily.

And_also_somewhat suspiciously.

"You OK,_Tony? You were looking kinda strange there." The sadistic_leer immediately tried a comeback. Ineffectually._Tony was ready_for_it.

"Just_feeling a little woozy,_El," Tony said. "You know me_and my stomach." Elvis did indeed_have plenty of experience with Tony and_his stomach. Tony had a notoriously_queasy stomach that had the_unfortunate tendency_to volcanically unload its contents_at what were_almost always_the most inopportune_of times. Tony's surreptitious port nickname_was Tony the_Puke. Not that anyone ever said_it_to his face._Except_Copro,_who snitched_on the other_officers,_telling Tony_what_their nickname for him was. Which,_contrary_to Copro's expectations, didn't win him any_points with Tony. All_it_did was piss him_off and unfortunately for Copro_he was the closest target of_opportunity. A_typical Copro_miscue in a long series of them that were more or_less the story of his life.

Elvis_was immediately on his_guard. The_only_times Tony ever_used_Elvis' nickname_'El' was when he was up to_something. A_something that invariably did not have_Elvis' well being in_mind.

"Let's_get on with the strip search,"_Tony said, trying to keep his_voice sounding both neutral and_authoritative._Which_was another important management tool_he'd picked at Supervisors' School in_Sweat Bath, Georgia._"This has been dragging on long enough."_Elvis_looked around.

"Where's Lorenzo? Should I go_get_him? This is definitely a job_for_him._Besides, he could use some_stats. The poor guy sure doesn't_get many."

Poor guy? Lorenzo? That didn't sound like Elvis_at all. Tony_knew damn well that Elvis_was_none_too fond of Lorenzo. So much the better, Tony thought._That meant_Elvis for sure_didn't want to strip search Fleshmound. A tiny smile flickered_on Tony's face. That made it even_sweeter!

