Chapter 39

So that’s what he meant. Model, heh.Pulling his hands from his pockets, Stacy mumbled, “Sure.”

Darian slipped the apron over Stacy’s head, then turned him around like a small child as he drew the strings around Stacy’s waist. “Fairly straight forward here.” Stacy felt the strings being tied tight, and Darian gave a little tug to make sure the knot was secure. “Tie it once around the waist,” Darian said. “Once. I know some people like to wrap it around the back and tie it in the front, but don’t do that in here. You catch one of the strings in a cutter and you won’t have time to untie them before you’re sucked into the machine.” Everyone grimaced, Stacy included, and Darian added, “That reminds me of a joke.”