But he was quiet. Shy. Scared to death. I had moved way beyond that scared shit years ago. By this point, I was hardened. The guy’s name was Mario. ... tried to chat him up, but he was quiet. He had only been in for a few weeks. His previous cellmate, a seasoned felon serving for assault and battery, had gotten into a fight with him and beat his ass. Mario’s eyes were still black and blue. That was all the story I could get out of him. After a few moments of quiet, the guy started crying. I. That was a whole different ballgame.One last, desperate chance. Ron fished a red felt-tip marker, then a dollar bill out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled "Cyrano" on it. The dollar was grimy and creased, but the writing was legible. As an afterthought, he added, "You're special. I know why. Want to know more?" He thought of including his e-mail address or phone number, but no, that might be pushing things. Gotta play this fish just right. If he had hooked her, she'd meet him again. Right. Stopping for a moment, she asked, "What now?"I whispered, "Do what Jeannie did to it in the cornfield this morning. You watched how she did it, didn't you?" As I started pushing my finger deeper into her juicy cunt, she leaned down and started kissing the tip of my cock.As I started finger-fucking her, her kisses turned to licks. I whispered, "Take my big dick into your mouth Sherry and suck it."She asked, "Tell me how to suck it?"I told her, "Go slowly down on it and suck softly on the way. I made small talk and tried to be standoffish. But with an inordinate amount of flirtatious laughter, Jessica was not relenting. This girl wanted some cock. Then I saw Liz with a scowl start to storm over. About two feet away she changed the scowl to a fake smile, came up next to me, and put her arms around my waist, pushing her huge tits against me and planting an obviously too indulgent kiss on me. Jessica said, “oh hey Liz” and walked away. “What did that little slut want baby?” Liz asked,.