The taste causes a moan low in my throat and he shifts in the bed. I stiffen, not wanting to be caught. I feel as if I am doing something totally tabo.... He turns to his side, encircling my waist with his arm. I’m caught. I cannot continue without his knowledge, yet my body is screaming for release. I turn to face him, pressing my body into his. Slowly I run my tongue along his jawline, up to his ear. I whisper, ‘Baby, please, I need you.’ He is aware of my presence as I am of his, yet he is. . The door opened and closed once again, the familiar mutedthud of his tread, and I sagged in my bonds, crying out my sorrow. A snap cut me short, and five tails of flame smashed intomy back. "You are sorry?" In the moment it took me to catch my breath, the tailssnapped again. And I found my voice, looking over my shoulder to the loomingshadow. The tails kissed fire. I begged. I pleaded. Not for release, not for surcease,but for forgiveness. I understood. Repentance,. Two guards from a private security firm hustled him down through the courthouse and into the back of a waiting armoured van. Kenny was manhandled into the back of the van and his handcuffed wrists were secured to a metal rail to ensure he couldn't escape. There were four other prisoners in the van and Kenny avoided making any kind of eye contact with them.The van made the short journey from the court to Glasgow's notorious Barlinnie Prison. Once inside the prison walls, the van pulled up in a. She knew I’d be there to collect. What she didn’t know was how much. She’s s pretty woman that gets ugly when she’s mad, and when I left. She was fuming mad.Dianna knows that Joe and I bet with each other on this, and some other games. What she didn’t know was, he put this much money on it. Some of our bets get a little out of hand. Like streaking through town, or holding a sign that says “My team sucks!” on it in a busy intersection during rush hour.But this one was the one that caused Dianna.