‘Okay,’ he says, ‘I guess we’re on limited time. If you’re going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight, we may as well get on with. To have all...this ruined would be a tragedy.’His fingers are inside my knickers, rubbing the essence of my being. I’m gasping. I need to be fucked, never wanted it so much in my entire life.I unzip him. Oh yes, I’m delving inside his boxers, the soft cotton brushing against my fingers. Where is it? Where’s my treasure, the tool to provide my horniest pleasure?There it. Then I realized that when I sat down, my shorts had shifted and my balls and the head of my cock were just peeking out. I was a bit flustered and uncertain what to do. My mind flashed on the fact that the couple had moved their chairs in such a way as to get a better view if that's what they wanted. However, nothing in the conversation led me to believe that they were interested in any sexual diversions.I quickly made the decision that they must realize what they were seeing and decided not to. And, no you can’t go with me. You and Anna have Kari duty,” said Lea.“Okay, but let the man know that we understand and we are with him. Okay?” said Cecilia.“Of course, Mom, of course,” she said. “And thank you for your support. It means a lot.”A month to go for visitation. Oh, and didn’t I say? I got me a cellmate, Hank Gordon. We are resident in the Kaibab unit, cell 205. Gordon is in for life and no parole, not ever: killed his whole family and then tried to kill himself; he failed the last. Next came the pictures of the girls’ injuries and then the medical report from the doctor who treated them was entered into evidence.They were asked if they pleaded guilty or not guilty. The chief judge recessed the court for fifteen minutes while the tribunal came to a verdict.When the court was called back to order, the chief judge read the findings of the tribunal - guilty on all accounts. The penalty was read - death by hanging tomorrow at 0600. The whole trial had taken two hours.After the.