I quickly typed out the details of next week. I feared I already knew what I was going to do. Could I really do this? Could I live with myself if I di...? Could I forgive myself if I threw away this opportunity? I rested my face in my hand and sighed.It was Thursday. I stood outside of Room 216. It was only 8:47 but I couldn’t wait any longer. I knocked on the door. Already, my cock stiffened against my pants, simply from the cavalcade of fantasies passing through my mind. The wait felt. All she had to draw on were the sights of the men and women in her father's prison, married and unmarried, coupling unashamedly in their cells as she had walked past.Edward was a man of extraordinary patience, a man, moreover, who had no intention of doing anything that would let such a jewel of a woman slip through his grasp. Caroline's confidence had grown considerably since that first time, and although she allowed Edward to pull her away from her writing desk, she made an impulsive decision. “That’ll teach you. Punk ass bitch; try and break up with me…I decide if we break up, not you!” Javier yelled at Sundee’s motionless, body. “Now we gonna be together forever.” Sundee never heard the third shot. Javier, apparently convinced that he had killed his ex girlfriend, put the .38 in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Javier died instantly as his brain exploded from the point blank impact of the bullet. “SUNDEE! SUNDEE!!” Teagan had heard the gunshots, all she really knew, was. I started to freak out, but Andy whispered “You look so hot. The chrome is shining in the lights; everyone is turned on watching you. Just act like you are a performer man. So I relaxed. Andy took off all my gear so that I was standing there in just the jockstrap, blindfolded. I got bound to the cross facing it, with my back to the audience. Doug slowly started to flog me. He focused on my back, but occasionally hit my ass. I could hear people in the audience talking. “This is hot”.