Once we were there, my friend asked if I had ever been tied up. I said no but I was open to it. His friend came over and kissed me and slowly undresse... me while he did. They bound my hand and tied them to the headboard and then each one of my legs to the corners of the bed so my knees were back toward my head. It wasn't the most comfortable at first, but then I got used to it. They teased me a little, smacking my pussy and chest. My friend went down on me and I was getting really excited. My. I want her to know. To share me. I want her to see me; me, as I am. The me He made me.I blow so gently into her nose, her gently-tilted nose that must have captivated him when he was at Medical School. Her sweet, girlish nose. I blow so gently it could be a breeze through the early-budding trees that sway in the darkness outside. She opens her mouth. Her tongue grazes her lips. Her eyes will stay closed, but she will see me now. I pass my hand, my wounded hand, through her face. She will see me. “What does the union say,” Constable Winchester asked with worry in his voice.“They’s getting sacked too,” Sergeant Williams says in disgust.“What about us with little ones,” asked a female constable as she tried not to cry in front of everyone.“They’re pushing us all aside after their political group was put into power with our fucking votes,” yelled Sergeant Williams as his eyes burned with anger.Two peace officers sat in a both still in their sky blue uniforms were two realized they were in. I was still very, very careful in traffic. I could only imagine what my reaction would be to the traffic in a town like Jackson or even oxford.I even came up with a new hobby over the last couple of weeks. At first I went to a meeting of the Alcoholics Anonymous support group. There I met with a man. That man introduced me to the pastor of a local church. It was a black church and even though I was not black he agreed to meet with me.We discussed a support for former inmates in the Mississippi.