. more.”“More what?”“More you. Please!”“I don’t know how to... -”“Put a finger in me.”“What?”“In my ass. Please. Please, Phi...ip. Finger my ass.”To her husband’s great surprise, her ass - an area she’d insisted he never approach - readily accommodated one of his fingers.As soon as his slick digit entered her, she began clenching around him, again and again.“Oh god, yes! Yes! Please, yes, yes, yes, yes!”“You like that, don’t you?”“Yes!!“For the next few days, the pattern repeated itself. At the. Soon I had lost hope that this would happen, but embraced my memory of that evening as a precious moment to be savoured. So when she e-mailed me a question it was a pleasant surprise. At first we had a pleasant, witty exchange around medical questions for her exams (I emphasize that I have nothing to do with her exams, at this point I was just an unrelated member of the faculty). Later I worked up the courage to invite her for lunch. Every moment of contact we both knew that something special. The camera didn't zero in on the prisoner but it was obvious something had happened."Now tell me about the drug raid," the voice said again."Please no," the prisoner begged. There was the commotion again only before there could be a resolution the prisoner began to talk. "The raid was a setup." What do you mean a set up?" the off camera voice asked."Estavante told us to call in the tip on our own people. It is all part of some plan the Cartels have." What do you mean?" the off camera voice. I had been alluringly in place on the sofa, a few dirty snacks laid by and a fresh bottle of bubbly at the ready. But then Jake hadn’t arrived. Usually he was home by six, or seven at the very latest. He never ate dinner without me, but he wasn’t replying to my texts. Thirstily I had glanced at the bubbly, wishing I could start drinking now, but knowing it would be rude to start without him. However there was a more pressing situation at hand. I was losing interest. Fast. After the careful.