Most were false, some true. I was going to find out.The congress, in an attempt to deal with the massive overcrowding in the various prisons across th... country, had taken a rather bold step. Rather than expend more money and build more prisons, or simply release prisoners early, they were going to allow prisoners the option of converting their sentence. The idea was based on an age old principle - there was more than one way to pay your debt to society. Fines could be levied, prison time. Phil looked out the window, “They should be here any minute.” Katie nervously stood in the kitchen with her obese neighbor, “Hell you didn’t even invite me to your party for winning the damn thing.”“I didn’t think you would come,” as she reached out and touched his arm. Phil jumped and stared at her dainty hand resting on his forearm. Katie calmly slurred, “Can’t we work this out. I’ll pay for any damage. We don’t need to involve the police.”Phil’s blood began to boil. He’s always been an angry. After a moment, Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She rushed forward and before Harry could do more than furrow his brow in confusion, she was on him. Her fingers ghosted into his unruly black hair and she pulled him down to her level so she could kiss him soundly on the lips, plenty of second hand experience from magazines and books of a more lurid sort helping her make that first kiss all the better. It was everything the girl wanted as her lips smacked against his repeatedly, and her tongue. I watched appreciatively as Darlene walked over toward us. Dad, Darlene, and I had spent the late afternoon watching football and drinking beer. Between the three of us we had consumed more than a couple of six packs and we were all feeling no pain. Darlene was pretty well endowed, not as well as Mom, but nothing to sneeze at. She wore a loose peasant blouse with no bra, and a pair of very tight Levis. She was just a couple of years older than I was and if Dad weren’t in the room I probably.