Inviting me in, we hugged, and she asked if I wanted something to drink. When she turned to go to the kitchen her adorable ass, being shown off nicely...because of the matching white thong she was wearing, mesmerized me. She made me a Tanquerey and tonic, then asked me to sit on the loveseat across a glass-topped table from a large overstuffed recliner. She looked small sitting in it. She slowly played with her legs, running her fingernails up and down, going a little higher as we made small. That was the winter we got tons of snow. But then, over the years that all changed. Just somehow slipped away, slow like. I never noticed, I should of, but I didn’t. Now, all she cares about is if dinner’s hot and on time. Or the house is clean. She’s not there anymore. Like some how it all died.” “Why you so frustrated, especially after this morning? Thought you got all that frustration out’your system.” “Frustration? You wanna talk about frustration? Let me tell you about it. I have that. Another day assaulted me. The clanging of the metal doors began to scream up and down the catwalk as the ever-present stink of prison filtered into my nose. I stumbled from the bunk, stretching and cursing. I started to reach for the Marlboro box, only to remember I had but one half inch of tobacco filled paper left. I teetered on the edge of want and discretion, and finally stuffed the box in my shirt pocket. Time for the daily mental ritual: “Set your sights on the first good thing. So, what. .! In a jiffy, he came closer, lifted my t-shirt and started kissing my navel. The other men got the courage..! One started touching my left boob and the other one right one..! I was up for the game. I also touched their crotch and felt their bulges. By that time, my jeans was unbuttoned and pulled down along with the panty. My God..! I was almost nude there with horny men around. Those who were passing by saw me nude and 3 men playing with it..! In about 5 minutes, there were about 15 men.