" You are very humble to-day," remarked the governor; "you are not so always; the other day, for instance, when you tried to kill the turnkey." It is ...rue, sir, and I beg his pardon, for he his always been very good to me, but I was mad." And you are not so any longer?" No; captivity has subdued me--I have been here so long." So long?--when were you arrested, then?" asked the inspector."The 28th of February, 1815, at half-past two in the afternoon." To-day is the 30th of July, 1816, --why it is. I went back upstairs, thinking that a nap might help pass the time if I wasn’t scared pale by way too imaginative nightmares. At the top I saw that Jace left his door open. His hamper was right next to his door. I noticed his shirt half thrown in. That was the shirt he slept in. Would it be so wrong? I mean, it would remind me of someone else, even if it was his. “Fuck it.” I decided. I grabbed his shirt and jumped into his bed. His scent mixed in with the smell of the typical man. I had no. 'Damn! I sure hope you like me!' Misty laughed and smiled to Shelly. 'How long did they give you?' She asked as they walked into the cell-block. Women were sitting at tables playing cards and other games while others just stood in small groups just talking.Shelly laughed. 'Don't worry. They gave me 25 years, ' she replied moving past some women talking. 'Hey Nickie and Bridgette, this is our new girl, Misty.' Shelly said patting her on the back. 'Mr. Cole told me to watch out for her, ' she. ”Though she always seemed to enjoy hearing it, my wife had never been one to talk mug during sex. Whether she was faking for my benefit or really into the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I took her naked ass with both hands and matched her rythym, doing everything I could to force any part of me deeper.“I’m, I’m going to cum,” she fumbled in a quiet and whiny tone.“Babe, no one else is here,” I mustered, panting. Then taking a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back. “No one is going to.