Hope you enjoy reading it, I've thoroughly enjoyed writing it. 6 Months Later...Its Friday morning around 8am, my hubby (Dave) has already left for wo...k when I wake to a message on my phone from Mark (The black guy) saying "Morning Gorgous, I'm back in the UK and want to see you, pack things for a few days and my driver will pick you up at 11am" I quickly reply then bounce out of bed feeling so excited to see him. I make myself a cup of tea and enjoy a light breakfast and busy myself packing a. ?When I got the large steel door I found the panel and swiped my card, the door end and I walked in. On the other side of the door was a desk, behind the desk was a young lady, she was about 22. Hello mister Jones, welcome to BBCC, I’m Vicky I’ll be your guide for tonight. She was very beautiful, blond tall, large D breasts and wearing a tight corset, When she stood up I noticed she was wearing a G-string made of latex fish nets and a sexy set of heals about 5 inch high. ?Follow me?Oh god, im. And she said I could talk with you about it. So you can either trust me, or not that she said it is OK for us to talk about it.”I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her, then told her what I knew. That her dad had off and on been a petty criminal for years. He would get caught as a k** stealing tires or joyriding in a stolen car, spend a few months in juvie, then be out again. His dad had died in Germany in WWII, and his mom was a hopeless alcoholic. He bounced between family for the most. Richard Kimble, on his way to State Prison to be executed, saved by a train wreck, given the opportunity to find the real killer and to save his own life. Of course, he was innocent, and I was not. On the other hand, he had been headed for execution for murder, whereas I was only facing seven life sentences-to run consecutively, not concurrently-fuck you, Judge, because I had never killed any of the women I raped.The day had started like most other days lately. I woke up, grabbed the cover off.