A second streak of pain shot across her back and she strove, and managed, to keep her hand in place. The third assault landed running from the shoulde... of her working hand to just below the ribs of the other side of her body. Her hands clench in reaction and she felt a fingernail from her working hand cruelly scratch over her joy button. Unclenching her hand, she reinserted her finger but kept it away from burning node. After the fourth blow, Mayla knew she was near the limits of her endurance. Standing back up again she sees clearly in the mirror her now bared upper chest from where the ‘shifting of the gown’ occurred. Hair long and silken hair hung down loosely (today it is as white as the virgin snows in the high mountains); flowing just so to encompass rather than conceal both breasts enticingly highlighted between the ink-brush pattern (in a ‘W’ shape) and her nipples tingling with excitement from the crisp air.She looks at the men and simply waves one finger in a “no-no-no” side. "The kettle started to whistle and she added the water to the pot. "It seems the total opposite for me. Danny is one cocky shit mum. I can'ts stand him" She added. "Oh well that's boys his age. I'm sure he talks the talk and can deliver!" Chloe pulled a face at her mums comment. "Behave mother!"The girls started to prepare the tea. Meanwhile the two boys in the front room were chatting. "So we ended up going for a Turkish meal in the high street. Was nice." responded Mark. Danny was only half. .. up! Inspection! You've got a visitor." It was an unfamiliar order from the guard. He'd had only one visitor in the past two years and that was his lawyer, trying to get him to pay his bill. The cell door slid aside and the guard walked in to inspect the cell and the prisoner. "March!" Roger Traubel was curious. Just two days from release and someone wanted to see him. What was this about? It couldn't be that lawyer again. He'd already attached his property for payment. Who was it?"Sit down.