She had been complaining to the prison authorities all week. Making as big a fuss about what had happened to both herself and her brother as possible....But they had steadfastly refused to talk to her. They insisted she must speak to the governor first. Which of course she had not, even though she had tried to. She tried to explain that had been her original wish. She tried to say she had not been allowed to, that it would not now be safe to try, but they told her the prison would deal with all. As Ivy did not believe in spitting on the ground, she made Charles opened his mouth and spat inside it. That made Charles feel like a human trash can. He felt being bashed up. Both physically and psychologically.Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would. "Kenneth Fox! What are you doing?" Cissy shouted, relieved that her anger gave her a voice that she would otherwise have lost in shame and disgust.For there it was, as she adjusted her gaze to the unfamiliar sight, two people making love. In fact, and she hated the sound of the very word, let alone the actual sight of it, they were fucking. And one of those people, the one whose penis was thrusting in and out of the blatantly displayed vagina, was none other than her husband.Ken turned round. I quit and stepped back. Marcia said, "Thank you Tim. It does feel a bit better." She returned her attention to a computer screen.Two days later I had to drop some papers in her office. This time she somewhat tentatively asked me if I could work on her neck for a couple of minutes. Of course I complied with her wishes. I gave her a more thorough neck massage this time and experimented with gentle traction as she sat in the chair. She kind of stretched in her chair and told me I had magic hands.