“You should have just finished your period. We have a low risk of pregnancy tonight.”“Umm ... not exactly,” I replied. “My period is due any...day.” Harry frowned at me.“You told me you were a few days after fertile two weeks ago,” Harry stated. “That should put your last period a few days more than four weeks ago. Aren’t periods usually twenty-eight days apart?” “Usually,” I agreed. “They vary a few days sometimes. I’ll probably get it tomorrow or Monday.”“Tomorrow or Monday?” Harry asked. He. Maybe this was a mistake. I had crossed a line bringing him here, even for triple."So how have you been?" he asked, sipping the wine I gave him."Fine," I said. "Busy."That was a lie. But I didn't know what to say. I could see his erection through his pants. And that was turning me on."Right, what with selling the parlor and all." Franchising the parlor. It's going to be a big operation, you know." So you won't have time for me anymore?" He crossed the kitchen and stood next to me.I knew he was. It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something like this?"Jake said, "I don't know." He thought for a minute. Pleasure, he wondered. "So you'd feel better about saying 'yes' to people if you knew they'd get pleasure out of it?" Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I just want to help make people happy!" So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... suck my dick, right here in the break room."Abbie looked up at him. Suddenly. ‘I understood the prisoners attended to that themselves.’ ‘The first fruitcake that laid a hand on me, I pushed his front teeth to the back of his throat and I wasn’t touched-up again.’ ‘The report said you were aggressive.’ ‘Better that than having my asshole rebored to a new width.’ ‘C-c-could we c-c-change the subject, Bass?’ ‘Okay, what’s this Masters Shelia like?’ Cushla Masters is president of our Wainsford Prisoner Rehabilitation League and I would advise you to proceed carefully as she.