After eating I was sitting on the couch, not the most comfortable place to be with whatever was going on with my side. I repositioned myself and groa...ned a bit. She looked at me questioningly. “Whatever this is, it still hurts like mad,” I explained, pointing at my left side.“What you’re saying is so foreign to me. I’ve had muscular-skeletal problems since I was nineteen. I never talk about it, just focus and push through.” What the fuck?? I’d learned early on she had some odd thought. Soon, we had come to the prisoner’s quarters. The door leading into a cell had burst open. I could see Ollie glaring from one of the doors. The two men looked into the doorway that had been burst open and swore. One ran to the intercom, speaking into it: “Sharpe and her cohort have escaped.”Ollie was looking at me. He looked goggle eyed. Then he scowled. “Hey! Hey! Jughead!”I looked at him. He jerked his head, then said, louder: “Fucking Jughead! You know, you’re looking so inbred, I’m. .So sunday night she turns up at my place again but we talk before anything else.Bit by bit she confesses she is still Murray 's girl and see's him most nights.It seemed she was rehearseing in a musical with him.... after a bit more talking I realize the times were sunday , monday night till 10 , and wednesday night till 10.After a second I thought...."so what about between 10 , and 11 "? which is when she would turn up at my door wet and horny.It got revealed that she would go to his car and. They wind around your thighs, slowly caressing your ever more sensative skin. You realise, when there is only an inch left of your inside thigh, that these forces have opened your legs enough that there is a distinct gap between them, enough for your favourite toys to slide in (if you were not fully dressed.)The forces slide onwards up your legs, until one slides around your leg and carresses you through the thin fabric of your thong. I slides along the seam until it reaches level with your.