E. just past the ears"urchin" style wig, dark brown, and styled it. Added my littlegold studs, and felt... happy... at my look. As I said in"Losing It..., I'm never going to win a beauty contest... and atfive ten... I never feel totally comfortable... but in lateDecember... with a bit of a wind blowing, and dark outside... Ifelt I could pass.I went into my bedroom to change... the floor was thumping alittle, the guy underneath likes soft rock, and plays veryloudly. Might be a problem, if he's. I was doing my best to blend into the background on my follow-up interview of Cuba Malloy hoping that my soft civilian appearance would not invite trouble. I had noticed the last time that the other inmates tended to stay clear of our table when Cuba was with me and I assumed it was because of her rumored reputation for always finishing a fight once it was started. The guards were totally bored with the entire affair because this was a day that was all about the incarcerated and not about their. Sue moved over to me. Mary and Alexis grabbed my arms to stabilize me and they whispered in my ear not to move. Trudy did something I never thought should would do: She sat on my face. Trudy left the gavel cum vibrator on the bar. She moved over to me, facing Susan. She spread her legs and I could see her lips as bright as a slit of watermelon. She slowly lowered herself onto face and began to slide and glide across my tongue.At this point, Susan could have shaved two layers of skin off my. The tree stood tall and straight otherwise. Clint stood in the middle of that tiny clearing surrounded by other similar trees. Happy little animals in the underbrush made their presence known as they chittered amongst themselves.“Wa... , what happened?” A small, quivering voice broke the silence.“I don’t think that we’re in Kansas anymore,” Clint exclaimed. He protectively hugged the shivering, frightened girl to his side. As the tears flowed freely down her beautiful face, Clint held her.