<strong>Throckbottle ~ dancing with the cheech and chong</strong><br/><br/>For some reason Humphrey suddenly felt like he was under some type of coordinated attack by the two slaves. He did hit the play and reach for the crop.<br/><br/>The music repeated after so many phrases. A beginners beat which set the tempo in 4 four time.  Easy enough to walk to and that was the point.<br/><br/>“Just walk. Left foot backwards twice. Then right foot.” He said coming towards them with crop in one hand and paper bag clinched in the other.<br/><br/>He had never actually struck anyone until earlier today and that at Mr. Tsade prompting but he certainly was contemplating giving these two a chipper slice or two of the crop.<br/><br/>“Left foot!"<br/><br/>"The other left foot!” He called out as Evie stared at her right foot.<br/><br/>“Forget about stepping. Let’s try pointing to the left foot first.” He said as his stomach tightened into a knot, “The one with the ‘L’ on it. Just point to it.”