He thought that was so funny.I hung out for a few and had a couple of beers with him and he showed me his garage/tool bench. The phone rang and he ran...inside to answer it. I looked over to the washer and dryer in the garage and saw a pile of clothes sitting there. OK, I also have a fetish for ladies dirty panties. What the fuck, right? I could still hear him on the phone inside.So I kinda just peeked through the pile and saw a few pairs of thongs rolled up. Most had that wonderful crustiness in. They gave me thirty more for that. Three guards had me tied up and were laying into me within seconds of my knocking the woman out. Very efficient!"The other women could see how strong I was - without a stitch on me all day and every day, how could they not! And they kept challenging me to fight them. You know me! I never turn down a challenge! I had twenty more fights during those nine months with the same penalty each time! As if that wasn't bad enough, four months into my sentence, I punched. I suppose it is a risk but I always make sure Tom is at work and all the doors are locked.” I noticed the look on Mary’s face and the way she kept biting her lip. “Would you ever do it Mary? You know if you could get away with it?” “Well, that is the problem; it would be such a big risk.” “No, I mean if you could be one hundred percent sure no one would ever find out,” I said, watching for her reaction. “Stuart and I don’t have sex like we used to. He is always too tired. The fantasy sounds. It couldn't be ... crap!What do you say to someone whose death you had ordered when the attempt fails and you then come face to face with them? I had never even considered the possibility, so – naturally – I was at a complete loss for words. What would she say to me, the man who had ordered the murder of her last remaining family? The man who had used her cousins to try and seduce her into joining a life that I knew went against everything she believed in? I braced myself for the worst. Not.