“There must be some mistake,” she said.Now the woman steeled up. “We don’t make mistakes,” she said. “You kissed the figurine and recited ...he incantation. The time has arrived.”“N-n-n-no,” Mary stuttered. “I mean, maybe I did, but I don’t understand how… what… an audition?”“You do want your husband to fuck you, don’t you?”Mary blushed, unable to bring herself to speak. The word sounded doubly obscene coming from such a decorous looking woman.“Then this is how it must be,” the woman said. Then. I didn't know how I was going to use the gun, or if I would use it. ThenI thought of Sophia.Sophia Lekas was 35 years old, and had been in my prison for almost 17years. At age 18, she had been arrested for the execution-style murdersof her stepfather, mother, younger brother, and two neighbors. She hadbeen convicted by a jury of her peers and sentenced to die. Her seriesof appeals had spent years winding their serpentine way through thejustice system, but now, the U.S. Supreme Court had refused. Instead she smiled at me and continued unhooking. Once the hooks were opened, she raised both her arms and pulled her blouse off her arms. As she was pulling her blouse off, I saw her armpits. They were very hairy. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. She paused for a moment and asked me what happened.“You have a lot of hair, in your armpits”She laughed loudly, “what so you didn’t know?”“No”, I said quietly.“All women have hair in armpits, only thing is that actresses keep it shaved, and most common. I didn’t mean those things, I thought you knew that.”“Seemed like you meant it...” I sulked, but her words were making me feel better. Maybe I wasjust being an idiot.“Jim… just stop, okay? It gets you hot. You love d it when I said those things. You were so hard .”I couldn’t help but smile. I felt my heart swell. Maybe I hadn’t lost her after all. She was just trying to turn me on, and it had worked after all.“Sorry, you’re right. After I came, I just felt really down.” “Bad hurt, not good.