After getting dressed in her pink tracksuit she came down-Peter roughly grabbed he arm 'fuck off!' she said to him 'Penny i believe you have forgotten...something?have you had a shower today?'he then sniffed at her armpits 'phew!it appears not!'and with that he grabbed her left ear and pulled the still protesting girl into the bathroom-he then stripped her naked and turned on the shower and forced her head under it!it was kept on the 'cold' setting'-10 minites later Penny was. That was six hours ago, and the expectation of his arrival, excited me again, so I showered with extreme care, as I was on the very edge and could easily tip over, and perhaps loose the very personal feeling of guiding my son back home to me, my craving to have him back inside me, the perfect love and bonding, and as I dressed in stockings and garter belt, to be his lover, his mother, his tease, his slut all rolled into one sexual adventure, I will have him as he walks through the door, my mind. One for lunch, which consisted of just a bowl of rice and small chunk of pork fat, and the other for dinner- another bowl of rice and a small piece of cabbage.At dusk she’d be marched to group exercise in the yard, and then returned to her cell, where she’d be made to sit in silence for two hours with her 12 roommates, watching programming on a TV that’d be brought in on a rolling cart.The programming was of the educational variety, often about Chairman Mao or the Anti-Japanese War or about. I’ve waded some, but I’ve never worn my swim suit out to swim.”While my swimming skills weren’t very good, even then, I’d learned enough to keep my head out of the water and swim using backstrokes and side strokes. But my ‘crawl’ was sadly lacking.Looking around, Paul said, “Well, there’s nobody else around. Have you ever seen another person out here?”“Nope. I’ve seen signs that others come here – beer cans and cigarette butts – but no people.”“Well, then, we don’t need suits. We can.