They would be all on their own later.He said they were staying at the Rochester, a five star hotel in town. He gave me his phone number and told me to...ring if I was up for a nightcap when my shift was done. He said he had a twelve year old single malt back at the room. I told him I‘d be finished at eleven-thirty. I tried to let my eyes show I understood what he was implying. He said, “Good. We’ll run Hattie back to her halls and look forward to seeing you later.” His name was Mark, his misses. Both nipples, my navel and my tongue. In addition, I got a bridge-, a septum- and a Christina-piercing. I was so proud, I stood in front of the mirror for hours, watching my body, sticking my tongue out. About half a year before that, I was disgusted to watch myself in the mirror. However, the person I saw in the mirror then had nothing to do with the pale, slightly overweight and insecure girl I used to be. In these few weeks, Andy had formed me into a woman. I wasn’t finished. My tattoo. I then requested permission to ask a question. “What is my wife going to do while the children are at school and I’m working?” “Well”, Master Camara answered, “unless she has a skill that would benefit the community she will be paying for your families’ protection. In fact, he continued as he looked over at Master Obike, “your family is already owing for today’s journey and since the girls have yet to be schooled it is up to you two settle your fee.” Master Obike then told the girls he would. He says thanks and pulls up his jail pants. Around thirty minutes later I start to see signs for the state prison and around five minutes later we pull through the first gate, we then pull into the unloading area, we are told to get off the bus and we are brought into an open room where they take off our handcuffs and search our belongings. They then have us sectioned off into groups and bring us into rooms where they tell us to strip, in this group is the guy I blew on the bus. I take off my.