I quickly looked at her bra which was on the side. It was marked with 34b. Gosshhh. My hands were paining as it was already a good amount of time. But... i was in no mood to stop. I started moving my hands freely on her back. It was a sensual massage. Lots of cream on her back which was actually not required. She had a very smooth skin. I started moving my hands to the side of her back towards her breasts. She sensed this and stopped my hand with hers. I came back to the allowed territory. After. He handed me it with a nod and a smile before moving on down the street. Puzzled, I looked at the envelope in my hand. I was small yes, but was crammed full of something soft, but not soft enough to compress to the size of my letterbox. I tore open the envelope and was instantly hit by the familiar smell of fruity perfume. Unsure if the perfume raised more questions than it solved, I thrust my hand deep into the parcel rummaging through the soft material my fingers found something hard in the. Or to commit suicide, which she also knows she’d do if she instigated any violence where I’m involved.”Edward was shaking his head. “Jack, I’ve been working for you for too long to let you kill yourself. You have no idea what you’re dealing with here.”“Done some research, Edward?”, I asked.He nodded. “Yeah. I remember the first time Miss Emogene brought you home with her, how puzzled I was then. It didn’t seem to make sense to me, why she’d done so. You were so young, but you’d killed those. Daddies always adored their baby girls; it was nature. I so wanted to hold her. It killed me that I never would. She’d be grown up, well a lot, when I got out, even if I was lucky enough to get an early parole. She was already almost two. Damn!The siren sounded and the cell doors opened for us inmates to make our way down to the visitation room, really, a kind of large auditorium with four-person, white steel tables with seats fixed to the tables that could not be moved or detached. The worst.