As he headed back toward the door, he heard his wife talking to someone on the phone. He hesitated when he heard her say, "He's gone. He left a little...early. Shall we meet in the usual place?"He assumed she must be meeting one of her girlfriends for lunch, and again headed for the door, but stopped in his tracks when she exclaimed: "Oh, God, I hate that place!! It's nothing but a flea-ridden fuck motel. The beds are filthy and the walls are so thin, we can always hear our neighbors. ’ Sylvia blushed at my admission and gnawed her lip. ‘I would very much like to be your friend, counselor, mentor whatever you need. I won’t promise that I won’t look at you with undisguised lust from time to time but I would also like you be your chum. How does that sound?’ ‘Did you look at the knickers that I put on the radiator when you were in my room?’ she asked with ludicrous irrelevance. ‘Are they the sort of thing that will enflame a man?’ ‘Of course I did, I’d be a pretty odd sort of. "Of course Miss" he smiled, assuring me that he would get to the bottom of this, and walked out the door. I watched him through the window for a few minutes but soon sat on my couch again, waiting for a response.After about 5 minutes of investigation, he returned through the door. "Nothing but a few raccoons Miss" he smiled. I giggled innocently."I see....." My speech was interrupted as Officer Bigdick seemed to spring into action. He crept across my living room, looking upstairs."What is. I've never done this before, so I will probably be really tight." "Yeah, I can get something," you reply, thinking of the gel you keep available for cavity searches. That is, in effect, what you will be doing anyway. You should have brought some anyway, but you know that Cobie would have needed some alone time anyway. You let yourself out of the cell, and head to the supply closet, recovering a tube of the gel. It's only a few minutes until you return to the cell, but Cobie is already stretched.