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 s...tatus as a dope-holder, I was approached by a crew of six black thugs. They told me I'd have to give up my share of the dope or I could pay tribute with cartons of smokes. I tried to negotiate out of those unfair options and was eventually told I had to meet with Treyshawn and Brody, leaders of the gangs which populated the East-Block of the. Diane went and opened the door, to her great surprise and pleasure it was Dan. “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I dropped my phone here yesterday. If you haven’t found it, would you mind if I went out to the shed and see if it’s there?” Dan looked a little guilty. “Not a problem. Come in! I haven’t found it inside, but it could be in the shed or the yard. Go take a look. It’s unlocked.” Diane escorted Dan through the house and out the french doors into the yard. Returning, she spotted. And she loves to fuck, now she does. So the Saturday after her birthday when the folks went out shopping, I went up to her room, didn’t bother to knock and found her lying on her bed licking the head of this monster dildo. She wasn’t exactly naked since she wears an old t-shirt for a nightgown. She squealed and yelled at me to get out. I laughed. “You like that stupid thing?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and then shedding my shorts and boxers. “I’ve got one that even better, and it’s. "Trust me, you don't want to know," he whispered hoarsely."You can tell me anything." She reached for his face with her free hand, but he knew her soft, warm touch would worsen her heartache, so he drew away."Don't ... please." Are you mad at me?" she asked, her voice trembling.He exhaled, hoping to relieve the pressure he was feeling inside. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself, and I can't tell you why." Yes you can," she said soothingly, "Whatever it is."The warm, understanding sparkle in.