Tonight, there were no drilling sounds and my room was silent as death and my mind was racing, abuzz, unable to quiet... I was feeling like an overloa...ed plane in a turbulent sky, wishing that I’d plummet, crash into sleep.Our building sat on the same area as the prison. I was levitating over their cells, levitating over their graveyard. I was thinking of the men, crammed into the dingy rooms, imagining the torture they’d endured. The convicts in chains, counting the hours until they were. He looked briefly at Carol's outfit. She also had on a tank top, just as tight and braless as her daughter's but covering all but a narrow strip of her tummy. Her skirt was very short, and it was obvious where Jessica got her legs.Gary's relief at regaining control of his penis was short-lived, though. As they all sat down, he made the mistake of looking at Jessica's crotch. Her legs were slightly spread, and the tight shorts hugged her slit lovingly, displaying the puffy lips clearly.Already. She did not even look at it; she hurried to the copier, took a photostat, and replaced the original paper exactly where she had found it. Then she walked briskly off with the copy in her pocket. Elspeth, returning with her book a few moments later, had no idea that anything had happened.Only when Laura was safely out of the building did she allow herself to take the copy out of her pocket and look at it. When she saw my note with its obvious sexual double meaning, she flushed a little with a. I asked Tom what that was all about. “I wanted you to broaden your experience; see how it is to be a girl for a room full of men. How does it feel?” “Really strange, but nice. I like the attention, the feeling of empowerment, of being a sex object, of being flirted with. I never got any of that from women.” “Men seldom do, unless they are either drop-dead handsome, rich, or famous. Of course, women will all say that they are attracted to intelligence, sensitivity, and a sense of humor, but.