”“I have the same problem with the other k**s too, and it is no fun after a while for sure. I’ve tried to laugh with them when they would tease ...e, but after a while it does get old, and then the boys wouldn’t let me play with them when they play ball, all because I didn’t know how to play, which I never had anyone to teach me how to play those games. They all ways say, I throw or run, like a girl.”“The girls say I’m too much like a boy in the way I play, and I’m not that much into dolls, even. .." she purred, watching me stroke. "Go on, John," she said. "I know you like them." Oh God!" I breathed again.Suddenly, their door opened and Bill stepped out and placed his hands on Dianne's shoulders. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Caught red-handed!“Here you are,” he said cheerfully. “Morning John. Did you guys sleep well?” he enquired, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was wanking furiously at his wife and that she was openly displaying herself to me.“Umm, Hi... Good morning Bill,” I. No, it's okay thanks. I think I should go on my own. Itmight look a bit strange to go job hunting with a support group.'-oOOo-'How did you go love?' Susan asked not liking the dejected lookon her daughter's pretty face.'Not good mum. Not good at all.''You didn't get a job? Oh well I'm proud of you for trying.''I got a job.' Amy said still looking nonplussed. 'You're lookingat the newest waitress at the Copper Kettle.''That little coffee shop on the upper level at the mall? Amythat's fantastic.'. Here, in this room. Just her and the punishment frame, and the small pile of prison clothes that she’d removed, as instructed, and placed in a neat pile on the floor.Watson had brought her here. The officer in charge of C Wing. The officer with whom she’d argued earlier in the day. (Why had she argued? Why had she been so stupid? Why couldn’t she turn back time?). Led her, handcuffed, down the long, silent, antiseptic corridors, unlocking each of the heavy doors in turn, locking them firmly.