I met Martin when fishing on the nearby River Lea one afternoon with seven year old Rick who Wasn,t all so keen on angling. Martin and I liked each ot...er right away and I asked him to visit as he lived within a short distance. Martin was a widower having lost his wife a few years before in a tragic drowning accident so tended to be lonely. We both professed a love of fishing so it Wasn,t long before he invited me to go fishing with him as I Didn,t drive, hadn,t bothered to renew my license. .."Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said,and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.I head the clicking of her high heels receding down the corridor dividingthe workroom cells.I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had comethe full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prisonprostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MHCorrectional Establishment Chelmsford. Steve had hold over me. .. profaned it! with her very presence!Lilly was his wife, his willing slave. She had dedicated her life to him with her wedding vows; that's how much being his wife meant to her. Lilly herself had a lot of input in the choosing of these two girls to be the intern volunteers for the project, the two girls she had turned into Brian's slaves in reality, unwilling slaves; that was her gift to him. That was how much she loved him; and this was his choice? It meant that Lilly and the two girls were. The women packed some turkey and side dishes into some plastic containers and put them in a cooler to take down. "I'll carry it." Connie teased Emily, "You shouldn't carry anything heavy in your condition." "Oh, don’t you start," groaned Emily. "If John had his way, I'd be on bed rest." "Don’t knock it," said her husband. "I'd stay with you." He came over and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. Connie quashed a pang of jealousy. "I'll be back soon," she said to Simon, and gave him a shy.