He'd at least partly told the truth.Alice fiddled. I thought she might not say anything, but Richard was patient. He smiled at her as though she was a...creation of his, about to demonstrate his creativity. Finally she couldn't not speak anymore."Oh, Henry!" she began.What an awful start. That had been a joke with us. O'Henry. I was her favorite candy bar, the one she ate slowly to savor the taste. How long ago had that been? It certainly wasn't a joke now, just a sign that she didn't know what. I wrap my hands around his neck so I do not fall. Once in his room he throws me down playfully on his bed and pins me down. Sitting on top of me he takes off his shirt and starts to tease me some more. He then reaches behind me and takes off my bra, while holding my hands above my head. He reaches to the head of his bed and grabs a fuzzy boa and proceeds to tie my hands above my head so that I can move them; just as fast as he did that he took my jeans and thong off. He takes his hand and. They are usually guys who stand out by their timidity and fearful demeanor. They are viewed as being slave material. Since prison is a hyper male dominated society. A man who will not stand up for himself is despised and will lose his status as a male. He will become a she and will be expected to act the female role 24/7. The new "woman" will be expected to perform all of the tasks normally assigned to females on the outside. If "she" is attractive and can pass as a real woman she will be. She seemed utterly unconcerned that I could see her vulnerability made so bare.She turned to a fresh page of the notebook and wrote a few words.“Beautiful. Asshole. You made me cry. Being deaf can be beautiful too.” She fiercely underlined the last sentence snapping her pencil. It seemed my pencil aggression was contagious.I felt immensely pleased that I had finally managed to connect with her. Conversely I was mortified that I had wasted her efforts in trying to help me learn. The graffiti.