It was legal and happens way to often since there is noroom in our jails. Society approves of this treatment.I was weak in my knees, sick to my stomac..., crying uncontrollable whenmy mother said she would accept this verdict and assume State custody ofme. I knew right then my life was over.I begged the judge not to do this. I offered to spend time in jail, dopublic service. The judge smiled and said that I will accept hersentence and I will do public service too.The judge slammed the gavel down. She was placed at a height convenient for his purpose, and he wasted no time in adjusting himself and thrusting his member inside her. Her cry of anguish seemed only to stimulate him further as he pressed himself against her, pumping himself in and out of her with rapid strokes. He did not last long; after satisfying himself with a shout he fell away from her, to be immediately replaced by another of the men. This man, as he took her, deliberately manipulated her branded breast, squeezing and. ..it didn't take long before we were talking like old friends she was so warm and funny I practically fell in love with her right there and then came my moment a beautiful song came on one that you could dance to and I offered my hand “Please dance with me!” I said to Patricia she looked into my eyes and smiled I got lost in those eyes and as I swept her into my arms and danced away my eyes never left hers those dancing lessons I took last year paid off dividends that night as Patricia and I. Lorne came over. “I’m after him.” Lorne staked his spot. Garrett was one of the biggest guys I had ever known. His mother had been Kenyan, and his skin was that rich ebony of true African lineage. His voice was an avalanche rumble as he sauntered over “I’m after Lorne,” he announced. “Okay, that’s enough, fifteen each, I’ll take the last fifteen. Go to it.” I said. It was Karl’s whip, so he knew how to make it sing. Every strike was in a new spot, each drew the exact same triangular wound,.