Things are starting to get into a routine, and I feel like I am finally settled in. At mail call today I get another manila envelope, by this time th...e guys have the routine down and they all gather around to see what beautiful woman is sending me pictures and letters today…I open it and pretty sure this one is going to be Becky, so I make sure I stash the little box before anyone sees me. I am careful pulling out the letter, because I am not sure what type of pic Becky might send me…lol I read. “When you got into me ... When you reached within me so deep, what happened?”“You do not know,” came the awestruck reply?“I felt what you did to me...”“Yes,” Fantine coaxed?“It was ... Wow. It was fantastic ... beyond anything, ever,” Liz laughingly recalled.“Yes, and then what,” Fantine anxiously plied?“Well, apart from what was going on in my head, I kind of blacked out.”“You do not remember?”“No.” said Liz flatly. “I just remember coming to on the floor. What happened?”“Well ... at first,. Unconsciously I was pushing my chest up off the bed in offering to Max, just like I was my hips. Max’s strong hands grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped it open. Later, I noted that I had lost several pieces of clothing to that man’s passion. Fortunately my bra had a clasp in front so it was spared. Now that my tits were exposed he swooped down to suckle on my tender flesh. I had given up all pretence of resistance and drew his head closer to my chest. I raised my hips and dug my heels. Likely sensing that I was in some sort of post-party depression, she pulled me out to the woods as frequently as she could. But even there, it was all pointless, merely treading water. What I learned one hour was already gone the next. She didn’t worry about that, though, happy enough to see me doing something, even if it didn’t stick.I was surviving and fooling everyone for one reason only: because of the practice I’d had in ignoring everything inside me, learned so well a little over a year.