She was ashamed. She was doing this out of the goodness of her heart not to get banged. The kettle boiled quickly whilst Ryan made himself at home. He...complimented her on the flat and its layout drifting the conversation to how nice her bed looked. Jess told him that he could try it out if he wanted, it was a new mattress and helped her sleep better. Again more images flashed in his mind. He shivered slightly causing the coffee to spill from his mug onto his top and crotch. Jess quickly got a. They knew they had a hit on their hands. They set about writing their individual parts to the song.***Being a new band, they had a small budget for the studio, so they had to work rapidly. Most people don't know that the cost of the studio time, which the record company pays for, is deducted from the band's share of their sales. So if they spent one hundred thousand dollars recording, then the first one hundred thousand in revenue for album sales would go back to pay the studio. They wouldn't. To another time and place. Her Nana sat upright like a centennial guarding a great fortress. Her foot upon the large wrought-iron peddle that ran from side-to-side of the wooden and metal sewing machine housing. She pushed the bar down and the wheels turned in time. The stitches lay in straight lines at her command. Tap…tap. Her tiny hands tapped out the rhythm in time with Nana’s foot. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her. What are you doing? Get up and see what it is.Pushing Hazel’s voice to the side, she tries to listen to everything around her. There is a lot of noise from other prisoners in other parts of the dungeon. Luckily there are not any near her so she is able to listen better. And in a few moments she begins to hear the breathing of someone else other than herself. She rolls over slowly into the light. For a brief moment the light makes her eyes slam shut. When she opens them again, they readjust and.