Part of that rule had to do with strict adherence to never taking a favor from anyone be it another prisoner or a kind guard looking for something she...would rather not dispense unless she had no other choice. Even in the early days of the novitiate she had witnessed the fallacy of "paying back" for acts of kindness with sexual favors in darkened corners and the resulting waves of revulsion and guilt at her own inherent weaknesses.Here, in the prison camp with its strange rules and customs of a. “Angelo! How soon will you be here? I can’t wait - I’m wet already! ... What? ... Why not? ... That’s a stupid, fucking excuse, you little fart-face. You promised you’d be here at 5, I had it all planned... No, I told you, it’s totally private, you fucking douche-bag. Jesus! What kind of a fuckwit do you think I am... I’m a what? How dare you call me that?As she yelled at him on the phone, I saw her other hand slip down inside the front of her tiny thong and start urgently rubbing her muff. I. Finally Ruth finished her handiwork andsmiled. Nikki looked at her daughter and was ecstatic. Robin lay therein pain but was happy because her mummy was happy.Robin was told to sit up which she did. She was told to walk across theroom. She got up and tried to walk but found she couldn't walk. Nikkilaughed. "You can only walk in very high heels. Anything less than sixinches and you can't walk."Robin's mummy carried her to a room upstairs and applied her makeup.Her long nails were painted bright. "We chatted about this and that until finally he pulled up at the end of a small cul-de-sac. "There you go mate, that'll be thirty nine pounds."I gave him fifty and thanked him warmly."Good luck mate." he said cheerfully as he drove off leaving me to walk a few yards to the house where I hoped to find my sister.A small thin woman answered the door after my second impatient knock and asked me what I wanted."My name's John Carson, I'm hoping I can meet my sister today." There's nobody by the name.