Only a few more laps and his half-mile would be complete. Whoopee.Finally, he was done. Eric exited the pool gratefully in a cascade of water. He t...hought of the girl as he dried himself in the silent natatorium and wished he could have seen more of her. It would have been fun to watch her swimsuit cling to her taut figure as she stroked up and down the pool. His penis made a noticeable bulge that he was forced to conceal with a towel as he trudged to the locker room.“Hey!” a female voice. “Progressive as Dolareido is, it wasn’t immune to that sort of shit.”“Isn’t,” Eric added.She threw him a smile. “Isn’t.”Hella nodded as she started walking around the civilian prison lobby, eyes scanning over the old walls. “Guess I really wouldn’t know.”“Say one thing for Kindred,” Jonah said, squatting down and looking at the scratches in the concrete, “they couldn’t give two shits about the color of your skin.”“Is it like that everywhere?” Eric said. “Or just here, cause of the Prince?” They. I sort of missed how she slipped Roberta’s name in there. All I heard was the young part. I was thinking a mile a minute, trying to come up with something to say.“I guess so,” I said first. “Except that I like being around them.”“I just bet you do,” said Mrs. Miles. “Couldn’t you have at least used a rubber?”“I didn’t have one, ma’am,” I said on impulse. Donna elbowed me hard. My heart sank.I hate it when parents do that kind of thing to you. They get you talking and answering questions and. Geeta was relieved to find in her therapist no condemnation of her, no disgust - just calm acceptance. The second session had taken place on a Friday, and Geeta was puzzled at just how frantic she was to see Ilena again - it was torture having to wait for their next scheduled session on the following Monday. When the appointed time finally arrived, Geeta had explained her strange, desperate neediness, wanting to know what it meant."It's a sign of a process called 'transference'," explained.