“So he came up with this plan, for me to show him my devotion, and for him to have something to really entertain him ... And that was for me to, you...know ... Come on your show...”“But how does he even know about our show ... Are the inmates allowed to watch it in the prison?”“No, they are definitely not ‘allowed’ to watch it, but that doesn’t stop them!” Linda says, laughing. “They watch your show on their mobiles ... Sneaking around, downloading episodes, swapping them ... All of them talking. "They took their opening positions, and June hit play on the CD player. The slinky, sassy strains of Glenn Miller's String Of Pearls filled the rink. Sophia and Warren glided around the ice, playing off of one another, sure-footed and confident. Their innate musicality shone through, as every step, every glide, every nuance was keyed perfectly to the walking bass and the gently swaying horns of the swing classic. The dance was technically difficult, with changes of handholds and difficult. You can't find my webroom by accident. Did someone tell you? Who was it? Who knows about me?’‘No, no-one told me, I was looking at some porn and I found your room. Ididn't recognise you at first, it was the room I recognised.’‘My fucking room? When did you see my room?’ Chris almost exploded andRick knew he was in trouble now. He decided the only thing to do was toconfess everything. Chris would probably throw him out but lying wouldonly get him in deeper trouble.‘I'm sorry, about three months. Christopher agreed with a promise, as he drew out a rolled sandwich bag that had been concealed within his shirt. Watching him, Brenda couldn't help but think of Shaggy from Scoobie Doo. Chris's tousled hair, his small beard tuft and his baggy long sleeved shirt created an image that solicited a tender mother's smile from Brenda. She felt her irritation with him dwindling as a mist before the morning Sun. Holding the baggie up to the fading light of day, her son began counting the tan tablets.