The poor defenceless woman squealed with a mixture of pleasure and lust.I must have got engrossed in the film because suddenly everything went black a...s a pillow case was put over my head and my arms were pinned by my side; I felt hands pinching my nipples and no matter how I fought, I was powerless to resist the hands exploring my body.Just then a voice warned me to keep my eyes closed or I would be made to really suffer; the pillow case was pulled from my head and replaced with a blindfold; my. Internet access in prison was non-existent back then, but I did have the use of the prison library and what little I earned in the prison workshop went mostly to keep me in pen and paper as I started to go over the details in my own mind, using some of the knowledge I had now to try and pick holes in what seemed to me to be a colossal mistake.Naturally I didn't have access to the police files, nor the various prosecution reports, well not immediately, eventually my barrister got me access to. . but looked as new as yesterday.Very few aircraft that were from that war ... even those that never saw combat ... survived. The smelters were fed airplanes that rolled off the assembly lines and were flown directly to the scrappers.The people were looking to forget and having a stack of warplanes sitting out on runways and in hangars was too much of a reminder that cousin Jack was still missing and might never be found. Scrap went from a precious and costly commodity to nothing but junk and. He rolled his eyes from my feet up till where my thighs were visible. I felt a little awkward and walked away.I turned to look at him and he was still staring at my legs from behind. Or maybe at my ass even though the chudidar top covered till my knees. I didn’t understand why he did like that. I would always walk out of the bathroom fully dressed.This was the first time I walked into the house like this. But still, it wasn’t like I was walking around naked. My body was covered till my knees.