My morning piss on the way to the pen flashed into my head for a second and it reminded me that we were going to be here at least ten more days. I org...nized a shithouse building crew and we got to it.Explaining what we were going to do got me a few odd looks, so I decided to give them a little hygiene lesson, and gathered them around. When I had their attention I started with a question."How many of you like to step in shit?" I asked, but didn't get anyone to say they did."That's why we are. Archie barely noticed though. All he thought about, all he could focus on, was Samantha. And Ginger’s revelation about The Accident. More than anything, he wanted to talk to Samantha, but like Gabe had admonished him, he couldn’t call her without her number. He briefly considered asking Ginger for it, but something inside stopped him. Pride? Stupidness? Fear? Hard to say, but he just couldn’t bear the sound of Ginger laughing at him if he would ask her. Intellectually, he knew she’d be. .. I had no interest in that, and found it a bit disgusting.I didn't understand why she had wanted this ... or why I had done it.Reaching for the shower controls I turn on the water. Kaye came to her feet and stepped into the stream without saying a word. Showering in front of me as I asked her what had just happened. She asked me to be silent and that she would explain soon enough.It wouldn't be tonight however. Finishing her shower and collecting her things she gave me a kiss as she walked. ”Hi honey,” I replied as she walked over to where Lucy and I were sitting. I sat on the edge of the sofa looking up into Heather’s stunning blue eyes. Heather bent down gently kissing my lips, just a peck, but looking into her eyes I could see the yearning there. The desire was apparent. As I glanced down to her breasts, they were heaving with the blouse just barely managing to contain them. At some point on her journey home, Heather had removed her bra. Heather’s nipples were like little.