“Really?”I was broken. There was a hole inside me. But in that moment all the jagged bits inside stopped shifting around. I could suddenly breathe... easier. Bethany wasn’t asking if she could really stay the night. She was asking if I was really able to call her Bee again.She had hurt me. There was a time I had thought her betrayal was the worst pain in the world, but I was wrong. I thought Mark picking Lydia over me was worse, and maybe it was, but losing Sam had shown me what real pain was. The. She wore a body hugging dress in classic black, strapless and barely extending down to her mid-thigh. Her skinwas pale and practically glowed under the lights of the dance floor; her hair was a pale golden brown and her eyes were likemelted dark chocolate. He wanted nothing more than to cross the dance floor and speak with her. He stopped himselfimmediately; he’d promised that he would not ruin anyone’s life by involving himself with them. Tearing his gaze away, Johnproceeded to stalk though. I was beginning to wonder how much she had spent on her new sexy wardrobe. As I started at her, bells, whistles and sirens were going off in my mind. June asked, "How is this going to happen? I have no idea what to expect." I started to explain my agenda to June. She was to go and put on her butterfly vibrator and this would be the only thing that she needed to do. I would take care of everything. June whispered, "I trust you, please be gentle." I said, "Have I ever hurt you? I care for you. But it was still horrible, and the thought of being here for another 5 years made me feel ill. So I kept my head down, did the work I was told to do, and spent most of my spare time on the yard lifting weights, I mean, what else was I going to do?One day a correctional officer comes to my cell and taps on it with his nightstick, "Inmate, the Warden wants to see you, come to the bars so we can cuff you", so begrudgingly I did, and then we took a short walk to the Warden's office, one guard.