You look desperate and you need me. Is it money?”She stared at him, trying to look offended.“I ... I love you,” she murmured.Lucian shook his he...d, making his curls fly.“No, oh no, no, no,” he said, suddenly smiling a demon’s smile while shaking a finger. “No, mother dear. You know that I know that can’t be true. You know why? Because you don’t know what love ísss!”He emphasized the last word with a hiss.The woman just stared at him, her puffed and painted lips trembling.“I am ill, Lucian,” she. Misato laughed, as she looked to the bag for a second before her eyes shoot open. Frantically reaching inside, Misato drew out a small piece of cake, still on the plate and wrapped in a plastic. "It's your birthday cake!" Asuka commented, carefully omitting the fact the cake had equal parts Spanish fly and ex-lax. "I made it myself, so you should eat it all!" Misato quickly zipped up the bag so none of the other devious instruments were shown "C'mon, Rei! Eat it! Misato and I have already had. Truly understanding the meaning of Zane's words, Derek leaned forward and gently and reverently kissed the bulge. "Good girl," Zane said, looking down at Derek. Derek glanced upward, past Zane's manhood, past his tight abs, past his broad and powerful chest, to meet Zane's gaze. Derek just smiled, happier beyond words that Zane called him "girl." And Zane knew instinctively how happy that made Derek."Face down, again, baby. And not a word," Zane commanded. Derek obeyed without hesitation. Zane. As I let the tension ease out of my arms and lowered my fists, one ofthe guards addressed me in a "matter of fact" tone. The gist was thatVictor had been paroled out. This posed a real problem for securitywithin the prison and that I was that problem. However, since mycurrent sentence was about to run out in two weeks, (this was news tome), a decision was made to move me to one of the solitary confinementcells for the remainder of my time at the prison.I stupidly blinked at the guard, obviously.