"I walked over next to him and sat down beside him. I laid my head on his shoulder. I kissed his cheek. I whispered, "I wish I could cheer you up Dadd...." I cuddled against him. He kissed the top of my head."I miss fucking you Laney. I miss your touch. I am a sexual man and I have needs. I know it's childish. I need to be with you." I know Daddy, but what if Grandma and Grandpa found out?"I don't know if it was the beer that made him bold but he whispered, "Show me that pretty pussy Laney."I. Schneider hatte es sich abgewöhnt den Männern die Hand zu geben, da jeder Körperkontakt diese wild zu machen schien, so dass sie ohne hinter ihrem Tisch hervorzukommen ihm nur zunickte und sich bei den Justizwachmeistern bedankte, welche dann den Raum verließen.Anfangs war ihr immer mulmig gewesen die Männer ohne Handschellen dort sitzen zu haben, aber einige Zwischenfälle in der Vergangenheit hatten ihr gezeigt, dass die Wachtmeister, die nun vor der Tür warteten, schneller wieder im Raum. Ian’s advances were so tentative that at first, I didn’t realise he was serious. But I was vulnerable, on the rebound, unused to male attention and agreed without thinking.We went for a drink together the following evening, to the cinema the weekend after and it carried on from there.Fortunately for me, Ian was and is a gentleman, bringing romance into my life for the first time. He bought me flowers, took me on dates to restaurants and to the theatre. When we kissed it was with some passion,. She didn’t ever become too haughty with me at all but without smiling or even frowning as if I’d said something totally wrong, which many women might do she said, “I do hope so. It isn’t like I have a man to show these off to so it is nice to hear you say so.” Wow, like on that note, hearing her say what she’d said, had me heating up, and burning up like a hot stove. My eyes, for a moment, got bigger. I was at a loss for words for a moment. Then finally I got a hold of myself. “Really, me.