I had no chance of parole for the same reason and I knew it. The only hearing I attended, at which there were NO witnesses on my behalf, quickly showe...d me that the board regarded me as a ‘willful and unrepentant offender’. They said that I had the wrong opinion of my prosecution and that I refused to accept any ‘responsibility’ for my ‘crime’. I told them that it wasn’t a crime in my book and that I regarded the system as ‘unjust’. That sealed my fate in their eyes: I would never leave prison. ..“John, squeeze her throat!” Jacob commanded.“I am! Nothing is happening!” John responded.Gary paused as he watched the event. John had a firm grip on Fumi’s throat, but no matter how hard he squeezed, nothing happened. He did not harm her.Suddenly Fumi, with one hand, went and grabbed John’s hand and yanked it away from her throat. She then twisted john’s hand and used her other hand to grab onto the wrist of John. With one quick jolt, she rotated her hand and pressed down hard on John’s. . . It all started when I was in my early teens. I lived in a quiet place where people would sit on their front porch and watch the world go by while making small talk with people as they strolled through the neighborhood in the cool evenings. There was a couple, Ray and Celeste, who would sit on the edge of their stairs and they would pay special attention to the youngsters, asking questions and encouraging them to linger, while they exchanged simple hellos rather than prolonged conversations. “I said turn around! Face the door!” She snapped to and turned around. “Put your hands on the door.” She did as she was told. While unzipping my pants I put a hand on her back and gently pushed forward, bending her over. Then I reached up her skirt, grabbed each side of her panties and tugged them down. I pulled out my throbbing erection, and then took her by her thin waist. She was short, so I bent my knees until I felt my cock make contact with its target. She gasped, but she was also wet...