I was ready when she got there. I stopped and got something to take with us for lunch so that we didn’t have to stop on the way. It might be a good ...ime to have a Chinese food picnic about half way and renew our friendship. Half of the space behind my seat was already crammed with my stuff. Where did all that stuff come from, it looked like I was packed for an ocean cruise? It was only two days he’d said and I wondered because all the reunions I’d ever heard of were one evening affairs. I. "I guess we have a lot in common, really..." Yes..." said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women... and we're both getting shortchanged by our husbands!"Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She seemed to be moving closer. She felt a curious kind of rapprochement to the auburn-haired woman who had married her older brother. "How terrible..." she thought. She felt confused, and a little guilty, as if she herself were to blame for Susan's unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's. She was probably 5 foot 5 inches with short bouncy brown hair. Nice firm ass with small pear shaped breasts. She would make anyone at the office turn to pudding.Anyway we worked closely for two months before tax season came around, I told her that she was doing fine and things were about to get steadily busy. It would require a lot of time and effort on her part. Kris agreed and she stayed to help out through tax time.At night we wore what we wanted to, so one night she came in a pair of jeans. "It's just a plug." I'm sure you only let one of the boys fuck you every other day," I said.Then he started bawling like a baby."Oh, for fuck's sake," I said. "Get it together, Joey."But he just blubbered. It was pathetic."Why would you say I do that so often," he said.I instantly realized what he had said, and I had a sort of moment ofclarity. I stopped caring. Sometimes prison shows you how a man is going tobe under stress, and two months of this cozy-ass place turned Joey into afaggot. I.