He stood back surveying me, naked from the waist up, my dress bunched-up exposing my long legs, as I held it high, waiting for him to enjoy my fruits,...given so willingly and freely in my heat, he stepped into me and we kissed full on the mouth.I was grinding against him as he fumbled with his belt and trousers, my arms thrown around his neck, my emptiness yearning to be fulfilled, as I ground my pubes into his, and felt him slid his erection between my legs, 'Are you in' I asked him. Trust me on that. The people are different, the work is different, it’s just a whole new experience. You’ll love it.” “I never thought of that,” I answered, truthfully.“Listen,” Bevan said, “Go and do a few years out in the west, while you’re still single, and you’ll come back a better policeman for it. Anywhere you like, as long as it’s over the Blue Mountains. It’ll do you good, son.” That beery discussion, after work that day, kind of settled it, and I started paying attention to the. "What's in it?" she asked as she watched the spoon as it approached her lips."Open wide," I lured, then licked my lips."You're just making it up aren't you? To get even for last Sunday." I pushed the laden spoon between her lips. I made her eat every last drop."Where's yours?' she asked after she'd finished the desert."I had mine fresh this morning ... on my blueberries," I said with a wink.'You're so full of shit." You were right." About what?" It is big. Very, very beeg." What is?" I picked. "Sammy spoke up, "Can you tell us why you went to prison?" I can. You might as well know. I don't consider myself a bad person, but then all prisoners will tell you they are innocent. Jack, Arlene's first husband was my best friend and he fell in love with Arlene. Arlene was cute and pretty and all the gang we rode with vied for her affection. There was one difference in that she was a good woman not like some of the other women in our gang."There were four guys who got drunk and cornered.