It was a week after the deaths of the four Inspectors and Joanne had time to take stock of her own position. Annie was due to be sent to the cage in a... day or two for her disobedience but Joanne knew that her own guilt in falling asleep at such a vital time was a far worse offence, for which she was paying no penalty, save that of being eaten up by inward shame. Finally she had had enough.She knew that she must confess her offence and pay the penalty for it. What Angela had said about her own. I grab another apple from off the floor and shove it back in her mouth. We’re fucking, and I’m in heaven. I bruise every inch of her back side until it’s beet red. I feel the end is near so I punch her in the back of the head and I’m in heaven again. She starts gagging and I ask her if she is okay. In a clearly broken voice, she asks for water and I get her some. While I’m in the kitchen I grab my dog’s bowl, fill it with water, and conceal it from Mo as I return, putting it inches from the air. If I take it to the filth they will confiscate it."So an hour later I am wiring his hard drive unit into my monitor and keyboard. The first thing I did was install a scrubber program and wiped his browser history with it. I did that so I wouldn't find out any of John's guilty secrets. I know I wouldn't want anyone checking mine. I cleaned off the ridiculous amount of shortcuts he had on his desktop, before spending a couple of hours saving some of his work to a plug in hard drive, but only. They were in their 20s by the look of them, in jeans and shirts that showed off well defined fit bodies.One seemed impossibly tall, with shaggy dark hair and a slightly distracted expression, like he'd rather be somewhere else. He carried a bunch of newspapers, which he promptly spread out and began reading as they got to a table.The other one was obviously in his element, sauntering to the bar. He leaned on the bar, waiting for his drinks, she checked him out from the darkness of the booth..