"Are you finished here?" he asked the doctor."Yes, thank you," said Dr Adams as he locked his briefcase and left the room.Jamie still had lots of ques...ions but before he could speak was led out of the room by the guard.Another prisoner left a room on the opposite side of the hallway. She was a tall, petite woman with blond hair, around twenty-five years old. Jamie instantly noticed her, as she struggled to cover her boobs and genitals at the same time."Want a picture?" said the girl. Suddenly, his blue eyes were piercing me and he smiled slowly, showing white teeth that sparkled against the dark face. He tipped his hat. I looked away but, subconsciously, worked my way to him. He stood when I approached and took off the hat, showing longish black hair streaked with gray. Of course, he was wearing boots and jeans. The jeans were skin tight and his legs were thick, heavily muscled, like the rest of him."Hi, Cowboy," I said gaily."Good evening, ma'am," he replied in a drawl. He. " On my word I won't tell anybody." Elvis will sing the song. You were right." No shit!"The song reminded me of the song 'The Dixie Cups' sang called 'Chapel Of Love'.I sang this song now but I had to think. Mark didn't bother me and in a moment I sang:"Goin' to the chapelAnd we're gonna get ma-a-arriedGoin' to the chapelAnd we're gonna get ma-a-arriedGee, I really love youAnd we're gonna get ma-a-arriedGoin' to the chapel of love..."I put the instrument down and said, "That song was not sold.. Only this time, I did have something to go with my exercise rather than my imagination."I'm sorry again, London, I just drank too much soda with dinner." It's okay, Pete, I'm not uncomfortable." Aren't you going to get up; you are still down there?" he pondered, flushing."Are you looking at me? Are you trying to see me naked?" What, no, I, I, I, promise, I wouldn't do that," he grumbled as I saw him moving frantically.I failed to hear the door open, so I knew he stayed in the bathroom for the.