You know what I mean, right ? Amanda is the bartender that I’m talking about, a single girl…. working in a bar…. meeting guys all the time…. y...ou get the idea, right ? Yes we are a town like any other town and, and like in any other town we have some crazy stories going round. Miss Jenkins for instance our sixty year old librarian. I remember when she was a little kid, the cutest girl you ever saw. She would be playing with the other kids, her tails dangling on her head and she was pretty smart. I almost gave in and left, but found the nerve and returned to his cell block. When I got there he was sitting shackled in the usual place. He was bare from the waist up, the top part of his jumpsuit gathered around his hips. “The stupid asshole forgot to bring a clean suit to the shower room. I’m waiting.” I took my place at the end of the cot. There was an awkward silence. For the first time neither of us seemed able to find the words to start the conversation. We both made a couple of. He followed herand she told him he could put on the floral Capri set. She said hisruby heels would go best with it. He got dressed and they went infor supper. It felt different wearing pants of any sort now.At supper he was surprised at Edna's reluctance to speak. It wasthe quietest meal he could ever remember. She was obviouslythinking about something important. After supper she cleaned up andhe went in to read the paper. He was reading the paper when shecame in. "Jessica, it's time to review. I had worn lunghi and slept on my stomach and she got the oil from cupboard and started massage. She reached on my bumbs and then crack of bumbs and massaged me with good pressure. Then she went done to my leg and massaged me well. After that she told me to turn around to she can massage my stomach and front side of leg. Initially I was ashamed as there was erection of my cock which would be visible from lunghi. But I turned around and on seeing my tent she said that I never knew that by my.