She used to tell me lot about man-woman relations. So I was quite aware of all issues but the same made me more and more curious. How will feel to kis... a man? That was my first question. So I decided that on my 18th birthday I will kiss Prasad and feel it. That decision itself excited me. My 18th birthday was a month away at that time. But I had outgrown my actual age and was looking like a girl of 20. My breasts had become not just huge but massive. I could sense all male eyes staring at my. “Okay ... here’s the skinny ... your watch ... Cynthia’s watch but freely given ... you should remember that... freely given means she can’t demand it back. She can ask but you don’t have to give it back ... oops ... sidetracked ... sorry.”“You’re not, ya know,” she looked. “Sorry.”“Nope ... Cynthia was the wrong person to possess a travel aide. You’re responsible.”“I hate that word.”“I know ... but you are and Cyn’s not.” “Okay ... squeeze the watch ... here and here ... yeah ... like that.. I wanted to know more and more about sex and how it felt to have sex. In the society that we lived in at that time; not much information was available. We girls were thoroughly discouraged to talk about sex and have any close interaction with boys. I was fascinated about my breasts. How they grow. It was frightening seeing blood oozing out of me when I was about eleven or twelve. I ran to my mom. She calmed me down and told me it’s ok. This only conveyed to me that there is nothing to be. Inmates had no contact with the outside, so money and drugs never had a chance of getting in. Smuggling in drugs for an inmate was even more stupid since she had nothing to pay you with. If you were caught with drugs, let's say that we pressed charges to the fullest extent of the law, and if you happened to know the right you might even be sent to this facility. That was not something that any of the guards wanted.It took some time and we wasted some product getting out systems up and running.