"I know you think that. And you mean the world to me, you really do. It's just, it won't work. We are better as friends, just trust me," she said."I k...ow. I just thought I would try. I'm sorry." It's okay. I'm glad you are honest about your feelings." I noticed she looks a little nervous about something. "Can I... no, never mind," she said awkwardly."What is it? Something wrong?" I worry."Well, it's... no, nothing. Let's forget about it." You can tell me anything," I assured her."Alright look.. We applauded as she paraded her ‘wife’ through the avenue we had created, curtsied as the ‘bride and groom’ passed us and followed them to the side room. We then formed a semi-circle around them Together they cut a cake and we applauded again. The ladies of Lady Chatterton’s household and of Mistress Pickles’ household mingled and took of the dainty dishes laid out upon the long table. It was a groaning board and Jenkins oversaw the replenishment of those dishes by the house’s serving girls as. My butt and thighs grew out and rounder. It wasso humiliating. After four months into the year, something entirely newstarted happening. Mistress Amy introduced me to something called adildo, and a strap on dildo. I learned to keep a tube of lubricantaround so it didn't hurt. Every night she made me bend over and shewould force a dildo up me, or make me suck it for her. A friend of hersforced me to put my face between her legs and lick her until shespazemed. Women call it a orgasm but I learned. “A fight, right?” he said.“Yes, a stupid fight. You remember that special picture of me that he wanted and that I sent him?“Yes, of course,” he said.“Well, some other prisoner, grabbed it from him and he tried to get it back, and well, the other guy was not only bigger, he also had friends. They damn near beat him to death, Carlton,” she said, and she howled. “Over that damn picture!”Carlton Hanson rose, and went to the phone.“Yes, hello ... James, I need you up there in Winslow. Andrew was.