It was like a saucy little private game that only me and Mr Bolter knew about. Sometimes I would touch myself, stroke my hands over my titties, down a...ross my smooth flat tummy and feel my little nips get all hard under Mr Bolter's riveted gaze. I looked forward to the tease sessions and I wondered how Mr Bolter felt about them. When he saw me in the mornings as I set off for school he acted just as he always had but maybe his eyes lingered a little bit more than usual and would drop to where. I stood in front of Gina, in the returning eerie silence. "What's your name?" I asked Gina, as my softly spoken words echoed through the prison. "Gina." She replied weakly. I pulled the two guards aside, and instructed them to watch the prisoners carefully, and prevent any more fighting or bullying, and if it happens again to notify me. Then I turned back to face Gina. "Gina, come with me."Gina followed me, on a silent walk to my limo outside. We both got into the limo, and the driver headed. She turned her back to me and lifted her hem to show me she was bare-assed underneath.“Tasteful?” she asked as she straightened her hem and faced me.“We’ll see how tasteful the photos turn out.”“I’m not showing anything I couldn’t on the street.”“True enough. And, it shows off your tummy ... and your legs. They’re among your best assets.”She took the pouch from me. “Take a picture of me holding it,” she said.I picked up my camera. “Stand by the ... uh, stand,” I instructed. She complied and. No, Jimmy, most of the time, to be honest, I wouldn't have traded five minutes of those special feelings and of being so alive, not even for ten years of the rest of the time. It wouldn't have been a fair trade." I thought that maybe you wouldn't Ma, I just needed to make sure. I've been doing a lot of thinking since dad died, thinking about my life, not wanting to live like he lived or like you've lived either. I don't want to look back when I'm old and feel like I've wasted my life. I want to.