Finally, she cried out yet again, a wild, primal cry as she came, and he cried out, animal like, as he came once again.He fell to her side, exhausted ...nd spent as he had never been from all the days of labor in the fields.She rested for a moment and then rose, removed his harness and dumped another bucket of water over him.Get dressed. Go. Its over.He rose, and as he stood on his feet and slowly put on his pants and shirt, he began feeling human again. He had mixed feelings about that. For. Without preamble, John said, "You know what having those six prisonersreleased means. You will have no barrier between yourself and thegeneral population here. Not unless we find you a new... sponsor." Hetook a deep breath. "So what I've arranged is to have to doubled upwith a convict who is more than capable of fending off any... suitors."Sammy sighed in relief. In his wispy Samantha voice he said, "Thankyou, Uncle John. Have you had any luck getting my sentence shortenedor..."The. Katie giggled, and then pulled my boots off. Istood up and unbuttoned, and unzipped the skirt I had on, and thenpulled the sweater up and over my head, dropping it on the floor withthe skirt. I picked up the skirt from the bed, and stepped into it,pulling it up and holding my hand out to Katie, instead of getting alock, which is what I wanted I got a handful of keys."What's this?" I asked looking at the keys."The keys to my outfit, there's a pouch in the front of your skirt thatwill hold them.". Some people, probably superior beings, would keep a photo-worthy home like our loft pristine. Just in case the “Elle Decor” editor might drop by. With her stylists, photographers, writers, in tow.Our Wrigley loft is lived in and shows it. Rollerblades, soccer balls, Lululemon yoga pants, magazines, watering cans, newspapers, digital gadgets, music blaring ... the stuff of life.“Elle Decor” would probably be welcome, I’d have to check with Vanessa. But if you’re reading this Ms. Editor, please.