’ Daniel laughed. ‘Jenny, I’m telling you Don’s with someone else. He may not want to tell us, but there is someone new in his life.’ *~*~*~...~* Don Taylor woke to the sun shining though the small bedroom window of his beachfront home. Lying next to him was his wife Angel. She was on her back, naked, and unconscious. Her firm, soft breasts rising with every breath, and her legs were parted just enough for him to see her moist sex below her blond pubic hair. He moved slowly onto the bed until he. The Sunday demonstration was to be a peaceful march like so many others and there were quite a few women and children in the outpouring which was estimated at approximately 15,000 souls offering their disapproval of the concept of Internment. Strangely, the initial investigation into the incident by the Whitehall planners put the march at about 2,000 and the other side claimed almost 30,000 marchers on the route.The British officer in charge probably thought it a wise decision to call in the. I did not even talk for two days. Neither did she. We would politely look away as the other used the toilet. Neither of us could move far without the clinking of chains echoing in the cell block. Nothing was secret, no move undetected.At4am a guard opens our cell. ?Honeymoons over, get moving,? 4:15 we report for delivery. 4:45 Open dining hall, 5 am eat 5:15 start rounds, 6:30? Every hour of the day planned and every day the same as the last. Other pods had diversions like TV, books,. The conversation was mainly between the men with little attention paid to the women. They almost appeared to be accessories. When the dinner was complete, the women were asked to line up at one side of the room. The woman to Babbs' left said "Being the new girl, just follow me and you'll do fine." With that, ladies paraded in a line through the dining room like cattle at an auction. Three laps to a round of applause and out the dining room doors they went. Standing at the ready was Babbs'.