But of course I didn't say any of this. I simply feigned a mournfulexpression and said: "I really, really, really hope you're wrong aboutthat." This g...t a giggle from Kaylee and the others and the conversationdrifted onto other matters, while I was left wondering for perhaps thethousandth time what Kaylee could possibly have done wrong to be broughthere ...The afternoon was spent doing some of my least favourite things at theprison. I had my weekly visit to the doctor, during which my genitals. "Did you enjoy your drink bitch?" I nodded to humiliated to answer. I still tasted my piss, I wanted to beg Princess Hanna to allow me to rinse my mouth out. After what she had just done? I was not going to ask for anything. In a little while I'll talk with Mom, she'll fix this! Princess Hanna is going to regret this!!!"Bitch. My feet are sweaty lick them." I just stared at her feet, so perfect each nail trimed and buffed. I watch every pair of feet that walked by me. Summer was the best time.. She pictured the wooden sides of her stall: no, they wouldn’t have come up as high as her knees. She began moving her lips silently, recalling snippets of their conversation. She began to relax her posture slightly and gesture occasionally, the way she remembered doing……And watched, half-fascinated, half-horrified, as her knees began drifting apart, giving a clear view up her skirt and exposing her panties to anyone who cared to look…Like Jack.She buried her face in her hands. She waited. "I folded my arms and said, "Yeah. Just a simple place. Nothing fancy. Quiet. You can wear what you have now. Good Italian food, though. Not crowded, usually. We can have a little ravioli. They make real Italian ravioli over there in their kitchen, hand made." Yeah? Ravioli, huh?"I made a small square with my fingers. "Yeah, you know, little squares of pasta? Fill 'em with meat, or cheese, or other stuff." I took another drag. I wondered why she hesitated. "And we can talk. You know... Or you.