.besides, I enjoyed it..." Lucinda again gasped and before she could say anything else, I continued. "So, Jacinda...you have some experience of boys t...hen? Have you ever masturbated a boy"? Jacinda nodded and smiled, "Oh yeah...quite a few, actually! Me an' some of the other girls from the 6th form would go into town sometimes of a night and pull some older guy - not an old fucker like you though - no offence - an' end up wankin' him off in an alleyway or in his car..." I pretended to scribble. I knew then that I had to come to her, emotionally naked, be myself and hopefully be loved for who I was not the illusions I created.The joyful insights I got from America’s greatest realist painter that day, were my route map. 'Be me' the directions screamed. For it is better to have the real you loved and lost than to have someone as precious as Annie fall out of love with an illusion. And now that I knew that I should do what I have always wanted to do. Love my woman.Rolling Annie onto her. I believe Madame Gudrith mentioned this?”“She did.”“Good! The room is for new prisoners, to accustom them to the routines of the Reformatory and to introduce them to some activities which will be new, and probably distasteful, to them. They will work a four-hour session, with an eight hour break, though they may not be allowed to relax in that break, then another four hour session followed by another eight hour break. For the first few weeks, the ‘work’ will be being used for sex, in every. But I stop before I have gone more than a few steps, I feel a strange tickle at the back of my mind ... Something ... is out there."What is it?" Nev asks as I slow down and let go of her hand.I know that tickle."Saul." I whisper joyously."They are here." I say with breathless happiness. My Saul is home."They are home!" I yell back at the girls as they are leaving.Gwen jerks back and faces me. "Really?" Yes!" I yell over my shoulder.Overcome with joy, I don't wait around. I start running, Gwen.