"I laugh and say, "So do I. But I would still like you to come over fordinner. Just as two people, not a date. No pressure, I promise."She says, "M...aybe. When?"I suggest Christmas Eve, which is in a couple of days. She cautiouslysays yes. I get her phone number. She is a bit reluctant to give itout, but I point out that she lives next door to me.We chat some more, but soon the other women get involved. There has beenquite a bit of drinking by now, and Charlene, who is now quite. .The guy in the cell next to mine was named Freddy he was a really nice black dude kinda short but not too smart fella too but he did something stupid too! Hey shit happens you know nothing you can do but try not to make the same mistake again! We became fast friends and hung out talking and playing cards all day not much else to do sometimes anyway He tells me one day that this young black boy Darrel I think his name was was doing him! I said "Yeah is he good?" "real sweet " he replied. Clear. No-one looking, no-one watching her, apart from the stroker of the cock. She smiled at him, a final glance left and right. He watched her finger, watched as she slid it in and out of her pussy, the pace of her hand, appearing to match his own. He felt so close, so near to cumming. His hand moving faster, he was close to the eruption, as much as he wanted to hold it, he knew it would be futile. He continued to watch and then let out a "Fuckkkk" as he watched her. He saw her looking left. ‘Wait for me. I’ll be back, and you’ll be safe. I promise.’ Jamie nodded once more, and watched Felix rise. He looked back once, and then he was gone. The sound of the closing door sounded to Jamie like cannon fire, and she winced, scooting as far back as she could into the darkened corner. Drawing handfuls of Felix’s shirt up around her face, she breathed in the salty tang of sweat and sea, then closed her eyes and imagined he were beside her—just out of her reach, but close enough to sense.