I was stupid! I became complacent. I paid the penalty. And so eight months later I returned to my cell to find my few belongings packed up in a cardbo...rd box and a surly prison officer standing at the door thrusting a piece of paper at me. I took the document and read it. It was an order transferring me to F Block. F Block was where the worst criminals were housed, murderers, rapists and perverts."Why," I asked, my voice trembling."Well it would appear the Governor's brother has just been. Then with her bra dangling from her fingers Shirley extended her arm to the side and let the lacy undergarment drop to the floor.Now wearing only her stockings, heels and thong she continued to dance seductively for him. She leaned forward slightly and wiggled her ass towards Andy then looked over her shoulder and gave her left cheek a smack.Shirley then crossed her arms in front, covering herself and turned to face Andy.She teased him for a few moments then moved her hands away revealing her. All his life they'd fascinated him, and on picnics or at the beach he could always get one going quicker and better than anyone else."You said you had a problem." I fixed my usual rum and coke, watched his hands shake as he poured a double shot of bourbon over the ice in his glass. "Now that I've had a look at you I can believe it. You look like you've been roasted over a slow fire." Don't say that!" He twitched all over and poured his drink down in one gulp. It was the first time I'd seen him. Leanne and sometimes Sarah shared duties there with Melissa when Melissa wasn't with a client. They also answered phones for her. Leanne essentially managed the store and was the most consistent presence. Sarah massaged as a preamble for Melissa or for the massage itself. Behind the store were three rooms, one for massage, one for chiropractic work and a third for intimate encounters between Melissa and needy clients.The location, on Bleeker near 8th St. in Greenwich Village couldn't be better..