She was wearing the first dress she had worn that morning just a couple of weeks ago. She checked herself in the rear view mirror. Still surprised at ...he new look she had. She entered the jail and asked to see Rick Mason."Hi Rick, how are you?" Cindy was in a small room talking over a telephone to Rick who was behind a thick glass panel. Rick had a black eye and a cut lip. He looked like he hadn't slept in days."You cut my hair, you look like a tramp now." Rick spat at her. "What are you doing. I'm on my way over. I 'm halfway there." She said without saying hello."You're confident." I said trying not to show any excitement."I saw the way you looked at my ass. See you in a few." She said and then hung up.I couldn't believe I was sending out for sex, or had I just been picked up by phone? I have been propositioned in bars before, but never so blatantly. I suppose there was no easy way for her to pussy foot around what she wanted. Suddenly I was nervous. I hadn't been with any other. But most of all she had Tim. He...completed her. Somehow whenever shewas in his arms, everything felt like it was going to be alright, nomatter how bad the situation became. She didn't have to be tough,snarky or sexy around him...he wanted her for who she was inside. Andinside, she was starting to feel a lot more like Bobbie and a lot lesslike Faye.?It is nearly time, Faye,? Justice said, interrupting her train ofthought.?Oh, really? Well that?s just great, now that your lackey has putlarge. ’ ‘I love you too, sweetie.’ Alex waited a few minutes for her to fall asleep. He continued cuddling with her, rubbing her stomach and thighs for comfort. She smelled of perfection, sweetness all her own. Sighing, Alex resigned himself to bed. He’d had a long ass day. The flight made him tired, his work schedule didn’t help. Hell, he was practically neurotic about his job as a writer until meeting Caitlyn. She’d changed him somewhat, making him slow down and actually take an occasional day.