I could see she was very exhausted. Part of her wanted to lapse into wonderful u*********sness and the other wanted to hurl herself at the cell door s...reaming like a lunatic unleashed. It was a common reaction to the majority of the prisoners. I tried to ease her back onto the bunk, my hand pressed to her chest and feeling her heart beating a frantic rhythm. It took some time to calm her down but she at last settled down and her eyes became heavy. Once she was asleep I sat on the edge of my own. This was purely a popularity contest, so I could not find any campaign issues to raise. I just set out to show what a fine person I was, and how I was concerned with my fellow man. Hell, if I had to, I was prepared to throw a campaign bar-b-cue, but Dad talked me out of that. None of the other candidates could afford to do that, and he said that a lot of people would think that I was just showing off. Let me say this: it sure helps to have a smart Dad!My harem worked on my campaign, but there. Awaking to the sounds of a little singing black bird out on the veranda steeling a piece of muffin off our breakfast tray I noticed the time. It was ten am we had slept in quite late. I lay in that big bed watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. My mind was wandering through all the fantasies I had of him and which ones I would choose to make come true on this trip. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a joint and the lighter. As I took my first drag of sweet smoke his. One particular night, things were different. Sarah had decided to make her move on Dave. This time when he looked over, instead of looking away, she held his stare smiled seductively and moved towards him. With a few shots of vodka inside her, she was ready for almost anything. When she reached him, she took his pint glass, placed it on the table, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor. Placing his hands on her hips she began to sway to the slow rhythm. As usual, the crowds.