He had married once, but she couldn’t take his machismo attitude and split. Since then, a lot of women were willing to fill his rampant sexual needs... so he hadn’t found it necessary to get tied down.Buck wasn’t an ideal prisoner. He resented being there, and he reacted by lashing out at anyone within his presence. There was always a guard on duty, and he directed his verbal abuse at them. The nighttime guard was a particular target of his vituperations, even though he knew the guard didn’t. "My name's Patricia, but all my friends call me Patty." said tall, leggy,blue-eyed, young woman with shoulder-length blond hair. "And this is my friend Sean." indicating her buxom companion with long silky, jet black hair that flowed down her back.Sam and Charlie could only stare."We'd like to be friends." said both girls almost at the same time. "That is, if you know what we mean." Y-y-y-yeah. M-m-m-my name's Charlie, and this is Sam. He's my bestbud and lives in the room next door.". "Glad to see you, food will be getting charred in about an hour, but we've lots of beer needs attending to," she smiled.We wandered out the back to see a kids' paddling pool full of ice and packed with smallish bottles of beer surrounded by a great many chairs and our friends. Greeting and salutations were passed before we drifted into various groups to eavesdrop and chat.I wandered over to Valerie and Roger and exchanged greetings. Roger was clearly intending to test his capacity for alcohol. I remember going to bed alone that night. It seemed a hell of a lot emptier than the first time Melissa had stepped inside my door. It still was the focus of my fantasies, as she knelt before me and asked me for Protection. But I wasn’t focusing on any fantasies of Melissa’s beauty. It was her presence that I missed more. That feeling of having someone in my arms to protect ME from my own nightmares.The next day was more of the same. It was quite clear that the events of the dinner were acting.