Who was the last woman you told you loved her?’ ‘Ann White.’ ‘Did you love her?’ ‘I think so.’ I hit the intercom, ‘Honey, can you com... in here for a minute?’ The door opened and Joan came in, closing the door behind her. I pointed to the other chair in the room. She stuck out her lip for a second and then sat down. ‘Mark, do you love Joan?’ ‘Love her how?’ ‘Wrong answer.’ Joan said. ‘Mark, do you love Joan?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Tell her.’ ‘Joan, I love you.’ He had turned, faced her and leaned forward. Normally, his movements were soft and gentle, but not that night. His jackhammering thrusts nearly took my breath away. “Yes, baby, nice and deep, just like that,” I moaned in ecstasy. He slid on top of me and his weight crushed me into the mattress. Our sweat sensually mixed together as he pounded me out. I wrapped my legs around his torso to pull him in deeper.This was unlike anything we’d ever done. He’d always made love to me, but this was something so totally different. This wasn’t making. She pulled into the lot and her gentleman friend opened her car door.“The name is Pete Durkin. Who might you be?”“Nice to meet you, Pete. My name is Katherine Smith.”Pete took Katherine’s hand and kissed her. Katherine giggled and they walked into the coffee shop.“You look like a lady who likes sweet drinks. How about a slice of pie and a coffee drink?”“That sounds lovely. Apple pie would be divine, and a caramel coffee would be great.”Pete ordered the pies and coffee while Katherine found a. Her sore arse did not allow her to sit in one spot for long. The professor somehow managed to shut out the pain he was in, lowered his chin to his chest, closed his eyes, and a few minutes later, confirmed he was really asleep by snoring loudly enough to cause all eyes to turn in his direction. In a way Karen wasn't surprised. She knew from the monitors, he'd had little sleep during his time in solitary and the fatigue of having to fight the pain, probably closed his mind down. Pauline was.