The judge was not so certain, however. My sentence was considerably reduced from the norm to ‘just’ thirty years. * * * I tell you this story on t...e 10,900th day of my imprisonment. Just two more months to go. No Shawshank Redemption-esque ending for me. No Rita Hayworth posters, no digging like Tim Robbins. But then, Robbins’s character (I think his name was Dufresne) was falsely imprisoned for the murder of his wife and her lover. I, on the other hand, have had 29 odd years to make a damn. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I ran my finger down her face and her eyes flickered open. "Jude? What are you doing here?" She whispered. "I couldn't sleep" I whispered back.She scooted back in her bed, and raised her blanket. I climbed in and faced her. I looked into her eyes and rubbed her face. She scooted closer to me, and slowly ran her leg between mine. I could feel my dick starting to stur in my shorts.i guess she could feel it too. She looked down at my cock ithen back up to me.. .....it was a different texture, taste was fine, almost felt like a silicone coating as it ran down my throat, I thought why do do many chick's hate that, it was nice, and all I wanted was to feel a cock erupt in my mouth. I called Jayme, who appeared to be anxiously awaiting my call. We talked for about 45 minutes and decided to meet for a drink the upcoming Thursday at a local bar in the next town. It was go time, Thursday was here, I took off to the bar and walked in, looking around I could. It was life changing, exciting, dangerous, and could she be fucking with me? There were thousands of emotions flying through my head, both heads. Let’s understand one thing first; I’m not the kind of smooth talking guy that’s good with words around the ladies. Moments like these typically made me choke on my own tongue. This time was different though. I didn’t have the confrontation of a face-to-face conversation. I was daring and brave behind a computer screen, though, and this was an.