Olive wasn't the only one who'd been forced to sleep in the park, but the authorities were generally inclined to pass a blind eye to this abuse of mun...cipal facilities. Such dereliction of duty was a rather more remunerative policy than to try and enforce the borough's by-laws.South Croydon was no paradise, but Olive was relatively safe here. She couldn't see Fat Cunt Ozzibanjo wander this far south from Dalston Junction. Nor would Oz go somewhere that wasn't either walkable or on a familiar. Then I saw someone run from thecompound and crouch beside me. It was a young man, obviously one of thenew prisoners. By some means he had managed to escape from his part ofthe prison.He was a little over medium sized, maybe a hand span or so taller than Iwas. I could not see him easily through the blowing dust, but he lookedstrong, with broad shoulders. He was fair haired and his skin was light,but dirty from his prison and the blowing dust.Even through the dust I saw his deep blue eyes light. The once proud company his great grandfather had fought so hard to bring up came crashing down, eventually filing for Chapter 7 Bankruptcy. All thanks to his father.If he did leave the desert he felt so confined inside of, and went on to college like he planned he would be the first to do so out of his 6 siblings. His 3 sisters, including his fraternal twin, were now married and settled down, despite being close in age to Arin. His 3 brothers were mostly highschool dropouts, with the exception. Jori immediately reached up and cupped her tits. "Ow, ow, ow," she moaned. "Why did you do that?" she asked him."I have my reasons," he replied. "Most of all is because I like to do it. I get off on it. But there are other reasons. Training is another. I want you to be able to take pain babe. And I want you to associate pain with sex. From now on, for the rest of your life sex without a bit of pain isn't going to really do it for you. All those boys who will be pawing at your tits and pussy.