Gracie. My real name. Where are you from?’ ‘Houston. You?’ ‘Houston.’ ‘Really. It’s such a small town we should have run into each other...before.’ She giggled at that line, the first sign she had relaxed a bit. I drove us to St. Pete and pulled up to my favorite restaurant in the state. I asked to sit outside and we ate like we were starving. I was soon getting her to giggle often. She punched my shoulder at my very outrageous boast of having won every political race I had entered and was going. "You don't have to wait on me," Stacie protested."Yes," I said, "I do." I bent over and kissed her on the forehead.The home-care nurse arrived about noon, followed closely by Charlotte Jefferson. The three of us went upstairs to see Stacie. Charlotte immediately hugged Stacie and kissed her cheek. "Jack, I hope you don't mind," Stacie said, "I called Aunt Charlotte. I knew that she'd be worried about me."While the nurse was upstairs examining Stacie, I invited Ms. Jefferson to join me in a cup. I gently grabbed her right wrist and stopped the movement of her hand on my cock."Did I hurt you... ?" she nervously asked. "Doesn't it feel good... ?"I smiled and reached up to her blouse. Immediately the youngster understood what I was going to do. To my relief, my niece wanted this too. Letting go of my cock and her skirt, she lifted her arms as I raised the blouse above her head.In one movement I tossed it aside. Then I looked in wonder. I had guessed right, Cookie wasn't wearing a bra. My. Sentence – death. Unusually, much to everyone’s surprise the method of execution wasn’t mentioned at the sentencing. Both women had their appeals against conviction and sentence denied and they are due to be put to death tomorrow.The prisoners look up as the guards enter their cells. Sasha jumps to her feet and protests “I thought we were going to be executed tomorrow not today”. Don’t worry Sasha”, replies the senior guard “We are just taking Vivienne and you to see the Governor”.Both women.