Just show me what the artist wants.”“Okay. Let’s put these two up behind you so you can recline gracefully. Then put this one in front of you to...rest your hand on. You can even hold your iPhone if you want to surf,” I said.“That would be nice. I don’t want to talk to anyone, though. I’m afraid of what I might say. It would be nice to look at their Snaps and Instagrams, though, since I can’t really do anything else.”“I might ask you to look up for a few minutes while I do your face,” I said.. By now the others had gathered round the two of them to watch.Johnno slipped her opened waistcoat off her shoulders and they could all see her nipples showing clearly through the blouse which he quickly opened and slipped off her shoulders so everyone could see her full breasts.Hands were all over her, feeling and fondling her, gently at first then squeezing her breasts and nipples which she found arousing but it then got to be quite painful as some of the hands were rough skinned and grabbed. He was gone beyond her reach and she could not put things right. She looked again at the note. Not, ‘Dearest Susan’ and not ‘All my love’. The note was brief and rather formal. She felt fear. Did he already know?A fortnight later, she was on her way back to the family, ready to spend a weekend at Ian’s house. She was happy to be able to celebrate Katy’s birthday, but there was a sense of foreboding. She was definitely going to tell him the true situation. If Ian threw her out, she would go back. She froze in her tracks. ”Stay back,” I warned her.Now panic was gripping my mind. My heart raced as I tried to figure out what to do. Fighting was the easy part. The warden could sense my panic and he started to stand. I put a little more pressure on his wrist and that ended his efforts. I stood over him for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out what I should do.”Terry,” Sherie called, ”I have an idea.”I was open to anything at the moment. I didn't want to hurt the guy, but if I.