"One straitjacket suit: male cut, high security."She examines it before handing it to the agent I had previously seen at my side. "Very good. You are ...ree to begin."Still face down on the floor with my arms secured behind me, I can hardly fight as the restraint team begins to slip my legs into the thick rubber suit. But even without my fighting, it still takes some amount of work to stretch the tough material fully and evenly over my already suited legs. As the straitsuit settles into place up. She continued circling. "Obviously we don't make this information known to many, mostly our own staff. One of them arranged such an alternative on your behalf." Minerva began adjusting his other leg to match the first. "Between their relationship with you and the information you included on your previous application for incarceration, we were convinced to bring you here, rather than letting you bring yourself." She stood, both of his legs now linked ankle-to-thigh, and moved back to the chair. A virgin her wedding night, and then finding out that her husband had quite a bit of sexual experience, made her envious. Added was an inadvertent statement he had made about how she compared to some of his sluttier previous lovers. She didn’t want to lose him and getting some experience and training from another man would help, she hoped.On Saturdays he had an older woman as visitor. She was in her later 40s, the mother of three children, and could be described as a faded beauty. Her need was. Only pain. I felt the agony and I could see the cracks in her wall. One can always see the cracks in the wall when it starts to crumble. The phone call with her boyfriend (Or ex), was responsible for the cracks in her wall.As I stood outside, I reached for my phone to dial my ex-girlfriend. It would soothe my wounds, I thought. But after repeated rings, she did not pick up. I felt ashamed. Weak. This wasn’t me. At a party, with all my friends, the alcohol. Her. I did not need my past to inflict.