" He yanked my headback. His eyes burned into mine. "And I've got all the time in the worldto take care of you."***"Don't worry, child. I'll take care...of you."The woman gathered me in her arms. She was only a few inches taller thanme but seemed much larger, more powerful than any school councillor orparent. Tears of outrage and frustration dribbled down my cheek andstained the front of her blouse as she held me close. I trembled and shesmoothed down my hair and made hushing sounds. "It'll be. You were never caught for that, but you were always sure that Hector knew you did it. Things got better, you weren’t considered an open target and got a job in the prison law library, but always in the back of your mind was rage at being sent here in the first place. For years that rage grew until something happened after four years of silence you were informed that your grandmother was here to visit you.You were brought into the visiting room and saw your grandmother out of place in here in. ************************The tall guy with the longish hair was nondescript compared to the rest of the group. Almost invisible. He just looked like a guy. No exotic behavior, clothes, job, or story. No fetishes or obsessions. He always showed up in faded jeans and a work shirt smelling fresh as a daisy. Shucked his clothes and here we go.He smiled a lot, a nervous smile.Lately he was concerned that he might be falling for the thirty-year-old woman who was at that moment blowing him like a tin. " Let me close the damned curtains -- you can see every damned thing with them open." Gee, how do you know that?" she teased."I'm not going there -- too many dangerous admissions." One day you're gonna have to trust me," she reproved."I'm working on it, but I STILL can't see you going forever without putting me in jail the first time we have an argument." Sweetie, listen to us now! We're almost domestic! You wouldn't poke me with that nasty knife of yours now, would you?" Well, I'd be REAL.