“Stay away, don’t touch me!” CC hissed as she stepped back from my sister.“Goddammit! Cindy Carson! I fucking love you, and I love my sister! ... am IN love with both of you, dammit! You love her, and you love me too, I know! It’s no bloody different! Amber loves you, and she loves me! Stop freaking out like a crazy person, and let’s talk about this calmly and rationally. I WANT you, Babe. I LOVE YOU, CINDY! Understand that? Everything that we’ve been through for the past two weeks, well, that. Thinking back now, maybe this was because I didn`t pay much attention to her, the one who used to think she is the sexiest woman alive. But, because the all bad is for good in the end, that was the moment I started to pay attention to her. And, after some conflicts with her (very natural in an office entourage I think), she started again all her teasing with me. In fact, this time, she gave me special attention. She started to hug me, fawn on me, touch and caress my body (absolutely. ?Come on Marty,? the other guard said, ?let’s get her cleaned up; they’ll be plenty of time for that later.? The large guard pushed her towards the door.?Come on pigmeat.?***Her unexercised leg muscles failing her, she was half led, half dragged up to another room in the interminable labyrinth that was Justice Palace. It was deliberately designed as one huge building, making it impossible to actually get out of if a girl ever did manage to break free from her cell in any of the divisions.She. In a way, I’m not sure if I should tell this story or not. To be honest, it’s a bit strange. If I don’t explain it correctly, it may sound a bit weird. In fact, even if I do get it right, it may still sound a little weird. Anyway, I’ll give it a go and see how it’s received. I’m sure you’ll let me know one way or the other.For people who have never read any of my stories before, I am a married woman. I have a friend called Mary. We have been friends pretty much all our lives. A few years ago,.