“How may I help you?” The gaunt fiftyish-looking man to his right, dressed in a red plaid blazer and wearing thick bifocals, said, “Well, Dr. H...olmes…” He paused and blinked at Darnell through half-inch glass. “You are a doctor, aren’t you?” “That is correct,” Darnell said. “I hold a Ph.D. in psychology from USC.” The man gulped and hooked a finger behind the knot of his matching red plaid bowtie. “I-I’m sorry. I knew you were a marriage counselor, but…” Darnell gave him a reassuring smile.. There was lot of clothes piled up on her bed. In between them I saw her bra lying there. I don’t know why I took that in hand.She saw her bra in my hand and tried to snatch it from me, she slipped and very next moment she on me on her bed. I was staring at her face, she was doing them. I don’t know how long we stared at each other. She was on top of me, my hands were on her waist, and we were laying on her bed next her pile of clothes. I moved my hands from her waist to her face caressed her. There is a large screen in the middle. It is at the eye level of someone seated in the room's only chair. The other screens are on both sides and above it. The cell also has a cot, a toilet, a sink, and a door with a small view port and a small slot at the floor, presumably for the passage of meals, which I hope are not pure white.I contemplate how I got here. I was having a drink in a hotel bar while waiting for my lover to arrive. I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize.. She drank a litre of water as fast as she could then poured another to follow, together with a glass of red wine from a bottle she had opened and planted at lunchtime when James had been out working on the site. She then put the television on to drown out her approach to the second bedroom. James was relaxing back in the swivel chair he had purchased along with the computer desk from his first months salary. He was content now quickly checking some of the forums to see if any older women had.