. well, Lauren's your s!ster. She’ll probably want to join the other girls for a group session or something," she says matter-of-factly. "I promise ... will have no regrets!" she says, crossing her chest with her fingers."Then I'm in..." I say, laughing at the unintended pun. "Well, not yet, but I will be." Thank you, Brandon," she says throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me hard on the mouth. I slip my tongue between her lips and we start trading saliva as our tongues entwine. "You guys. I told her everything! Yes! The whole story! Yes, she was shocked but at the same time she wanted to know more about it. That is, how it felt to screw a black man and how large was his cock and if he was a better lover than my husband.I explained to Maria how much different it was to screw another man. I explained to her how it felt screwing a black man and having my husband participate. This is what she didn't understand, how could my husband allow me to screw other men.After spending much. "Your having a problem accepting your new status and your new name is areflection of that new status, I had a similar problem accepting my newstatus when I first arrived. I couldn't accept that what I had alwayshidden and felt ashamed about out there in the real world, that hereinstead it was celebrated. Here I was allowed to finally be myself. If youlet go of the fear and embrace yourself you will be far happier, what'syour name?" she said."Heather," I replied."Louder," she screamed at. My friends also wonder why. I guess it's hard for them to imagine being a prisoner for this length of time. When you look at it, eleven years is a long time to be sentenced to. Under certain circumstances, I could have been freed before this if I'd killed someone. And I haven't committed any crimes.Sometimes, I can't help myself. Occasionally, I look at the clock ticking on the wall. I watch the minute hand and the second hand as they slowly make their circuits around the clock's face..