I think we should ... do you mind?" ... What ... oh, no ... not at all! And will we sleep together ... you know ... sleep, not..." Not necessarily, b...t we have to give the impression that we are. This is a personal question, Maddy: but are you a virgin?" Oh! No! I've had regular boyfriends ... why do you ask?" It's about body language, Maddy: there is a difference! But to be honest, I was already sure that you weren't! What I'm going to do first is take you back to my place, to pick up some. Can you?"Roger just smirked and snorted his contempt for the big man. There was nothing more to be said and he just sat there waiting for the stranger to finish."You've been warned, Roger. You get only one warning." With that, the big man rose and turned away, walking from the interview room. Roger watched him go and waited for the guard to come and escort him back to his cell. As an afterthought, he turned to the attendant at the door."Who was that guy?" Uhhhh ... Martin Bloodstone, it says. It’s indistinct, a hazy ball hanging overhead. Then again, maybe the sky and the sun are cooperating. I can turn my head — just a little — and the glare from that bright yellow corona is boring into my brain. Hey, some shade. That’s one big fucking bird. Wonder if it’s a hawk or an eagle? Probably a vulture. Piss off. I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk. Nonsense, you’ll be stone dead in a moment. Stone dead — heh. Two points, two flats, and a packet of gravel. I’ll raise you this. Carefully, raising herself on the pedal and lifting her sweet ass and pussy over my perversely set seat. She set herself down on it as I reached forward and steadied the bike by grabbing a hold of the seat from the back. Tami oohed as she slid on the seat and got comfortable. The seat wiggled slightly and I heard her gasp as the seat angle had its intended result."How does it feel?" I asked, devilishly. "It tickles me between my legs," she quipped and moved to get up feeling a little.