“How’re you?” “Fine, Jamie, thanks for asking. How about you?” “Doing great,” he said. At mention of my name, Alex whirled around behind... him, breaking the kiss. He looked at me quickly in the eyes, but I diverted my attention to the stray eraser shavings that were scattered across the countertop in front of me. “Listen,” Jamie started quietly, “about last night, I-” he stopped. A lost tear had dropped from my eye onto the black table. “Are you okay?” he asked. I wiped away the remnants of the. ? Why? Was I in love?? Ormaybe it was just infatuation, simple lust. My mind was spinning at that point.? I wanted my freedom, but I wanted more of mypredicament too.? God, I wanted to beChristine?s slave, and that scared me the most? *** I was on my knees in the crowded room.? The noise was deafening with unbridled,high-pitched laughter and conversation.?It was hot, and I was sweating like a pig and filthy from the grime onthe floor as I crawled amidst the legs and feet of all the women that I. Any discussion of what I do requires a lot of careful probing to see if these people are cool. Will they be in on it with me? Or, will I scare them into yanking their children off the street as I walk past? It would be easier if I wrote ‘erotica.’ I don’t. I write porn. Some people go on and on about the distinction until they’re blue in the face, but it’s just the same as ‘lingerie’ as opposed to ‘underpants.’ It’s got nothing to do with quality or substance, it’s all about attitude. Porn is. "I'm starting to like you, and that's disturbing." I feel for you," Lynn said."You're a guy, right?" Define the term for me?" You've got yourself a penis, or so the holding cell matron tells me." She should know," Lynn said. "But seriously, would you thank her forputting me in a cell of my own? That was sweet of her."Eric laughed and so did Gloria. "Not me. I'm not going to tell Joanthat. She'd tear my head off if I accused her of being sweet. Besides,it's regulation. We don't let men in.