"Didn't you get enough last night?" I could never get enough of you," he said, reaching for her breasts.Amanda pushed his roaming hand away. "We need ...to talk about a plan to get out of here. I don't think we have much time." I think you're right." I was thinking, maybe I could steal the keys from one the guy that delivers our food." How, he never comes into the cell?" Well, maybe if I enticed him he would find the keys." You mean..." Yes. Make him think I am going to give him a blow job. Unless. You are one lucky girl Saffy.”“I don’t feel very lucky at the moment.”“In a way that drunk driver did you a favour Saffy.”“You what!”“Well look at it this way, if he hadn’t put you in hospital with all your arms and legs in plaster you wouldn’t have had your father seeing you naked and taking care of your personal needs. You wouldn’t have some of the guys in your college class seeing you naked and finger fucking you. And your teacher, and your neighbours, shall I go on? Oh and you wouldn’t have. I counted the times she placed her hand in mine, and there had been her knee rubbing against mine while I was verbally jousting with Harold Whitney. She’d shown no reaction when I revealed that my wife was deceased. Many of my questions were answered while we were having breakfast. ‘I owe you an apology for thinking badly of you,’ she said, looking up from her bowl of cereal. ‘How’s that?’ ‘I judged you wrongly when I found out about your girlfriend. I jumped to the conclusion that you were. She took her time looking at him, beginning at his shoes and slowly working up his beautifully sculpted body, taking the time to relish the conspicuous bulge in his well fitting jeans. She enjoyed, too, his well-shaped arms and the outline of his chest visible beneath the black knit shirt he wore. She noticed the stubble on his chin, knowing how far he had driven just to be there with her. Finally, she met his eyes, knowing him instantly and intimately, and the vague doubt that had plagued her.