” “Can’t I?” I said distractedly, looking around her room. I rarely had reason to come into Mrs. Fletcher’s room, so it was unfamiliar to... me. The large bed we occupied was the main feature of the room, complimented by a dresser, make up station, and walk in closet all made from the same wood. All in all it was very tasteful, not overly ostentatious but displayed restrained style. Family pictures adorned the walls as well as ribbons and awards she had won as a girl for horseback riding and. Give them the tour of the house and they can help you with the chores until school is out." Pete instructed.He added, "If you need me, I'll be here. I'm a little busier than I thought I'd be this morning." He went back to his desk. The girls started taking suitcases away.Pete called the car rental agency and upgraded to a ten-passenger van for vacation week. The jeweler was next. Pete ordered honeybee, cricket, Luna moth, cicada, yellow jacket, and June bug nipple clip/necklace sets. They would. "I bet you would like to see what your about to get don't you." The look in my boyfrieds eyes telling me all i need to know. Feeling him press the warm hard silky head to my sex rubbing up and down picking up some of the spit i placed on myself. Feeling him pressing my hole starting to open, my eyes growing wider as i start to feel his thickness of his big black head slip into me. I gasp as he slowly inches in more and more. Him stopping about the spot my boyfriend reaches, I feel his hand. I suck on the ice cube for my life, and eat the mushy food when it thaws. Eat it from my hands so that it does not land on the filthy floor. I think it is dog food. It never changes.I piss and shit in my cell. On the floor like an animal. I have no toilet. I can never be released for cleaning, and so I learn to live, to eat and sleep in my own waste. To lie in my own shit and feel it caked on my body, and between my filthy toes. I come to relish the day every so often when the cell is.