Can you kindly provide a clarity on what exactly you expect out of me and this conversation?Next day I got another mail: I wanna give you a chance to ...ave sex with my wife….Any doubts???I realized either to end the conversation to a futile prank attempt or else give a piece of sane mind to this rhetorical mail.My revert –Loads of them…Would appreciate some details about you and your wife. Is your wife comfortable with a stranger?Will you watch or you want a threesome action?Have you done this. ’ ‘Good luck, Stuart. I’ll be thinking about you.’ As I opened the limo door, she took an envelope out of her purse and put it in my hand. I knew better than to say anything or acknowledge it. I simply folded it and put it in my back pocket. I would read it when I was alone and then destroy it to protect Sylvia. Even if everything else was a sham, those of us on the inside did try to protect each other because no one else would. We were pawns in a game that we had no control over. I stepped. "I'll do anything you want," Julie said."Oh, you lovely young thing, you," the woman whispered. "You've made an oldwoman very happy." She put her arms around the naked teenage girl and drew heragainst her dumpy body."A neat car?" Julie asked, her eyes large and warm."Anything you want, my darling girl," the woman said and cupped Julie's left tit withher hand.Julie stuck her own hand up under the woman's dress, up the soft leg until she feltthe crotch of her panties. She slid a slender, girlish. I mean, if somebody met the generic definition of a serial killer, how much of a sweetheart could he or she be on the personal level?Going after the sex offenders was harder. The definition of an offender could vary greatly, just depending on local standards around the planet, not to mention whatever attitudes I personally would be bringing to the table in making the determinations.Clearly, I didn’t want every wienie-wagger in the world to just up and die. Even the rapists, perhaps, deserved.