Their tattoos are like their personnel record, right gunny?” asked one of the marines.“Right,” he agreed. “They don’t have computers or an i...ternet down here and most of them are illiterate. The only way they have to display their status and accomplishments is with the tattoos. They have a rather barbaric method of dealing with those who dare to display ink they have not earned. If one of the homers is caught with ‘false ink’, as they call it, members of the HR department will cut the skin. She leapt to her feet, distracted by her anger and distress. I said nothing. I stood, simply looking at her, waiting to see what path her protest would take.Something about my demeanour seemed to anger her further. She looked around herself, furiously, and then grabbed the wooden chair that stood beside her bed. She hurled it at the bars of the cell. It splintered into pieces and fell to the floor. Nicola looked at it in silent shock, astonished by the violence of her action.Her surprise at the. The risk is too great.”“I know. But someday...”“Hopefully. I should head out to the porch; Tabitha will be here any minute.”“Bundle up,” I said. “It’s cold.”We exchanged a quick kiss and I walked with her to the foyer. She put on her winter gear, and looked out the window. She saw the car, kissed me again, and headed out for work, carefully walking down the steps with her walking cast which she’d be done with in another week or so. I waved as she got into the car, then shut the door, and went. "But she did find her favorite plug so that's good."Kelly had been wearing the plug so much that even with its bluetooth connection her parents hadn't been able to find it. David had modified it for a few extra functions inside the sex box, along with a couple of vibrators. None of which were in there with her. Finishing peeing he shook himself dry.Then as he walked back into the hallway he used the app to 'activate' the buttplug. Kelly was once again struggling to breathe, she hadn't realized.