I moaned out in delight, attempting to unbutton his shirt and rip it off of him. The lioness inside of me was alive and hungry for the lust he stirred...inside of my soul. My hands caressed the muscular body he was gifted with, biting my lip in satisfaction. I pushed myself off and over to the side climbing on top of him. A look of surprise covered his face. Grinning, I kissed his lips, making my way down his body in a trail of kisses until I reached my destination. I unbuckled his belt, pulling. She was a proud woman and with that attitude she often tried to spread encouragement to those around her.She was often found reading to youngsters or telling stories she'd made up. To the homeless on the streets Belle was known as a genuine person who would give the coat off her back to help another more destitute than herself."Happy Thanksgiving, Gloria," Belle said in her usual chipper tone."Thanks, same to you, Belle," Gloria replied grimly, keeping the afterthought to herself, "What's so. " mum said as we went through our front gate.I was surprised at the change in her, but overjoyed that she had finally snapped out of her slump somewhat, I agreed to her offer of course. Later that evening, our meal consumed and the washing-up done, we sat in the living room and mum started talking, it was as though a floodgate had opened and I let her rattle on for as long as she wanted, relieved that she had finally let loose her feelings. An hour later mum smiled at me and sat back in her. They both nodded, and told us to put her back in her straight jacket before dinner. It took a few minutes, and she made us lace and buckle it tighter than before. Once she was secured, I swore I heard her purring. Tuesday was pretty routine. Jennifer was transferred to the frame on arrival, and spent the day watching us. By five there was only a storeroom, the old cellblock showers, and the large community area left for us to clean. All of the trash we had moved outside was hauled off by some.