She looked at the bottles standing on the sideboard. For a moment she thought a drink would be a good idea. She dismissed the thought, though. The con...ersation with Lionel was going to need all her attention.She’d decided that a rather formal, business-like look was probably the best for their initial meeting so she’d put on an outfit that she might well have worn to the office. The white shirt with its loose sleeves always felt comfortable and the straight black skirt reaching just to her. I backed away and hid among a pile of old machinery. I sat there for twenty minutes or so when I saw movement at the door of the shack. A small figure slowly emerged from the building, carefully closed the door, and began picking it’s way through the vegetation. It was Barbara! I watched her as she hobbled her way across the creek and up the bank towards her house. I entered the shed just a minute or so after she had left, I carefully observed the site trying to discover what she was doing. I am in for maybe twenty-five years, but there is a likely end at that point barring anything else seriously bad happening to me. So, no, the Kaibab is the worst for all intents and purposes.But like I say, I may be in a single occupant cell, but I still had to interact with other inmates at various times, like in showers and at meals.Then it was the end of August, a few days after Blake’s visit.I’d knew to keep my mouth shut especially after my trouble with Mister Brown, but my self-control. Kate kneeling between my legs as I am sitting, giving me a mind-blowing blow job. Kate, propped up on my desk, legs spread eagle as I am wildly fucking her. These thoughts give me a huge hard-on. I decide that I'd better stop since the huge bulge in my pants would be hard to conceal. Last thing I need is to have a surprise visitor come to my office.To help take my mind off things, I go down to the coffee shop to have a little break. Although I am still thinking of Kate, the people around me.