Somehow though, however desperate she became, she couldn't bring herself to take her own life. She would have been quite happy to be murdered by the o...her inmates, and they'd tried, but none of the screws had wanted her to die on their watch.As soon as the door of the pedestrian exit of Holloway prison had closed behind her, she became driven, her brain seemed to shut down, but her body had moved with a purpose. Using the little cash she had, instead of going to the halfway house as she had. She smiled and pulled off the mask. ?You look familiar,? he said. ?Brenda Wade, master,? she said. She started bouncing faster, harder. ?I am Brenda Wade. Lydia Wills? legalguardian.? ?Lydia? The blonde?FLAGGIRL?? ?Yes, master. Lydia is FlagGirl.? With that Ms Americana burned her bridges and betrayed her dearestfriend. Something only a true whorewould do. And sheclimaxed. . But lately my mind would wander... I wonder what she looks like without her bra...“Rasp I swear to God I will snap that pen!”I was snapped out of my little daze by the annoyed Brit on the other side of the room. Apparently I’d started clicking my pen again.I rolled my eyes and put on an attitude, like I totally hadn’t just been thinking of her topless. “Oh I’m so scared, as if you could take me.”She shot me a glare. “Oh I could take you, rainbow.”‘Rainbow’ was one of her many nicknames for me,. I also contacted Horatia Allenby and asked if she would be so kind as to keep watch on my charges. Some premonition suggested to me that it would be unwise to leave the girls alone but with Horatia installed at Highgate for the afternoon I felt less concerned.Harwell agreed to meet me in town and the two of us made our way back to the Whitworth House.After some bad-tempered exchanges with the Institute's porter, were we able to enter the building and force our way into Sir Bristow's office. He.