” “No, we won’t work well together.” Tamara said. “Because we slept together?” he asked with a smirk. “Yes! I mean, no, it’s not just ...ecause we slept together. We’re just too different. You do things your way and I do things the right way.” she pointed out. “You didn’t seem to mind the way I did things the other night.” Kent grinned. Tamara couldn’t control her blush before it erupted on her cheeks. “See! See, this is exactly what I mean. We can not work together.” “But we could do that thing. "And if the prisoner was a woman?" she added. "I'm sorry to persist in this, but would that worry you at all? Or would it be the same as if she were a man?"Lucy grabbed at a cushion and she squeezed it, playing for time. She could feel the cotton gusset between her legs becoming hot and sticky, and there was no air in the small room for her to breathe. "I'd be worried," she stuttered warily, noticing again how bizarrely short the Sergeant's skirt was and that it was neatly folded back to expose. She refused to help and told do it yourself. Idisturbed her again and again for 2-3 days and finally one day with anger inher eyes she told me to wait till 4 in the evening and she would guide me inthe extra hours. Ihad no other option and I waited till 4 that day she scolded me a lot and i hadto listen and she was still in no mood to help. I started begging her to helpor I will fail in my project. She was happy laughing and enjoying. The she toldme one that “You need to join me for my shopping. On my mind all the time,Is a girl that looks so fine,Cindy is her pretty name,My life will never be the same,You have captured my very mind,By being so caring and so kind,It is with you I long to be,Your pretty face I long to see.I knew it wasn't Shakespeare, but I figured Cindy would find it amusing. I made sure I included it in my next letter, which I wrote that night.Once again, when I got a reply a few days later, Cindy had answered with another rhyme. Her words were beautiful to me. I.