She was wearing a jeans top. We both started eating and at the same time I was noticing her but couldn’t do anything except that. And she left that ...ay also. Next time, luckily, we met at a shop in our complex. Our eyes met and god knows why and how but I gave her a smile only to get a bemused face in return. I was dying to talk to her but it was not easy. I refrained myself from doing any such thing that can put me in trouble.She became my fantasy after that (you know what I mean ;)). For the. .. just come meet me in the locker room during lights out" He walked off and left me by myself as we both went on with our days. It got dark fast and the time came around where i would have to either stay and put myself in trouble for my affair with the inmate or go meet the other guard for more gay sex. I was against it but at the same time, it was a easy choice to make. I went ahead and walked through the doors and hallways and made my way to the locker room. The place was now quiet and empty. Angique was good at what she did, and very expensive. She also was discreet. Her atelier did not formally exist as such. There of course was a business registered for tax reasons. It was called Couture Le Chateau, never stating the specific branch of fashion she produced. It had no website, not even a sign at the door. But everyone needing her services knew where to find her. "Uncles" brought their "nieces", "daddies" with dark complexions ushered in their tall blonde "daughters," white-headed. ”She smiles a little as she says my name. I can’t help but feel a little excited about this. “There’s only one thing that you probably will not enjoy. You will be supervised for the first couple of days by one of us at all times. Today, it is me, which also means that you will have to take a bath while I sit over there. I promise not to look, but that is how it has to be.”I don’t give her a chance to speak. I walk out the room to hide my excitement. I want to see what her body looks like, even.