The first day we worked together, we watched a shoplifter for about an hour. Being a gentleman, I offered to go down and make the stop. When I got bac...k in the office with the shoplifters, she had this look in her eyes that I’ll never forget. A vulnerable, innocent look that will haunt me until the day I die. As we completed the paperwork and the police left, she told me how much she appreciated that I went down to make the grab. I said it was absolutely no problem, and went back into the camera. "Yo Crackah! You lost?", a thin yet muscled black guy with a red do-rag and a missing front tooth asked me. Several of them chuckled and looked up, listening to our exchange.'I don't think so', I held my paperwork out as I dumped my roll onto my bunk. The majority of the inmates housed in Barracks-8 left me alone except for some teasing, shit-talking and insulting comments. Once I'd established my status as a dope-holder, I was approached by a crew of six black thugs. They told me I'd have to. He gently slid his hand down, lifting her right leg slightly, and grabbed the tangled pants with hisright hand. Bending forward to do that put his face near her thigh and she could feel his breath, warmand tickling, against her skin. All she could do was stare down at the top of his head while he workedto get the garment off. His breathing was causing the hair on her neck to perk up... that was usuallyfollowed by goose bumps... then bigger bumps."Oh geez," she thought. "If I mace him now I'll. It came to justbelow my breast. When ever I would stretch or reach above myhead the lower part of my boobs an sometimes my nipples wouldbe in full view. There were times when I would see older brother and even dad looking at me when I would stretch. Isome times faked a yawning stretch to give them a show.My puffy nipples at the time were nearly always hard. I didsee Dad with a hard on a few times after giving him a "free"show of my growing boobs. Oh, sorry back to my twin timthat was.