I felt completely betrayed, beaten although I suppose I should have known better. I hope you never feel that way, Lena, it’s horrible. It feels like...a knife in the heart.’ She looked terrible, tears in her eyes, face downcast. She looked beaten just then. I started to think that this might not be a good idea but it was too late to go back now. ‘You went back to him though, why?’ ‘I don’t know Lena. He told me all about his wife, how she cheated on him with his best friend. How they only stayed. This time we had all the time in the world, as Louis Armstrong would agree, there was that gentle moving to and fro all the while, feeling my cock enveloped in a velvet clasp, and she gasped, so was obviously feeling the fulness.We idly traced patterns over each other’s skin, enjoying the soft inner arms and thighs, our navels, fingers, necks and ears, playing the game of ‘bite the finger’ as it passed over our lips, and all the while she gently rubbed her clitoris against my root giving little. "Doesn't he play beautiful?" Yeah... , he's something else," I said. "Oh... , I'm Nick." I said, with what I hoped was just the right amount of friendliness. She responded by giving me a warm smile in return that did wonders for my self-assurance.Nina and I sat enjoying the music for nearly an hour until he opened his case and put away his guitar. Then without a word—he picked up his case and passed out of our sight—giving the two of us a friendly nod as he walked by the bench where we were. I know you think it harsh, but this is a harsh country in many ways. I have spoken several times with the excellent Mr Potts and share the view that the evidence on which Lisa was convicted was thin to say the least. That woman in the photograph did not look like her to me, although it is so blurred that it could be any fair-haired young woman of about that height and build. But she came here as a convicted felon, Mr Griffith. She came here to be punished and my job is to provide that.