Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thou...ht himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women he would sometimes meet at bars. He certainly wasn't deprived of sex, but he had been working at the place for six years and was tired of the mundane repetitiveness. He broke protocol by strip searching her himself, instead of calling down a female. You've probably guessed that the pills were hormones. Well, the big purpleones were, although of course I didn't know that then. What I did noticewas that life had become so much more calm and serene ever since the doctorhad started her treatments. The little white pills were tranquilizers.You've probably also guessed that the doctor was guiding the content of mydreams when I was hypnotized. As I learned much later, she was talking tome all the while, guiding me through my dream, like the. She then let one hand drop over her stomach and pressed it against her mound, using the heel of her hand to press into her. She rubbed her hand up and down for a few seconds before curling her fingers between her legs and then dragging her hand upwards, her fingers slipping through her wet slit. She started to stroke herself, her finger running between her lips slipping through her wetness. Her pace quickened rubbing herself faster and harder. Her other hand moved down and she let the fingers. “I was looking forward to talking some more.”“Me too,” she said, her big green eyes looking right through me.“I wanted to ask you something.”“Really? What?”“Let’s go outside for a minute,” I said. I took her hand and led her out the side door to the parking lot. It was a mild December so we were okay without jackets. We walked toward the back of the lot where it was more private and we faced each other.“What did you want to ask me?” she said.I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “I wanted to.