I guess it could be seven o'clock now but I don't have any way of knowing for sure. I sit on the edge of the bed.There's a mechanical click and the sh...utter on the outside of the cell bars begins to rise. Josephine is standing there, smiling. I get to my feet. It seems appropriate."Good morning, Fifty!" Her tone is cheery. "Good to see you are up. Ready for the new day?" I nod. "Turn round." I do as she asks. "Hmmm, nice red bum! I heard your meeting with Ylena went well. Now, turn back to face. The curtains would have to be replaced and a lot of steel wool and oil on the wood interior. I think they have enough to stay busy in the shop.Rubi wants a piece of pipe to poke at something and we came up with a 20' section of conduit, about an inch in diameter. I told her again, "Don't dive on whatever it is." "OK Levy, but I think it's a pirate treasure." "Rubi you need to quit watching those late night movies. The only pirates here are us, and we're doing it honestly." "Levy, I'm serious. I. I went to bed horny. I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner horny. The sun was brighter, the birds chirped louder and I suddenly noticed all the nice butts, biceps, beards and mustaches framing luscious lips, deep voices, big hands (and feet), the smiles and shining eyes of young men all around me who were just brimming with that raw male energy. I had been starving and suddenly found myself in the middle of a buffet. I was gonna eat and eat and eat. Urp! ‘scuse me, I’m still eating. The buffet of. Yet I have not the slightest recollection of her cunt, nor of anything more than I have told. But of having seen her naked thighs, I am certain, I seem often to have seen them, but cannot feel certain of that.The oddest thing is, that whilst I early recollected more or less clearly what took place two or three years later on, and ever afterwards, on sexual matters; and what I said, heard, and did, and nearly consecutively, this my first recollection of cock, and cunt, escaped my memory for full.