Chad barged in, physically pushing me up against the wall. "This is not going to happen, dude!" He said in a low, firm voice only a few centimetres from my face. I pushed back against him, but he would not budge. In fact, he thrust his torso up against me, all the harder, pinning me so that breathing seemed difficult. "Walk away. Now!" And holding the lapels of my jumpsuit with a vice-like grip turned me in the direction of the door. This caught the attention of the corrections officer, who casually wandered around the dining hall with eyes surveilling the interactions of all in attendance. He immediately headed our way. G