And the charge wasn’t manslaughter it was second degree because the two men were unarmed. My court appointed attorney advised me to plead out. I did...It was two weeks before the court calendar had an opening even to allow me to plead. I got me ten to twenty-five. I fell into my chair sick to my stomach. Parole would be possible, if I were lucky. I was fucking sick.Weldon Yardley was the man’s name, the judge that sentenced me to forever behind bars. Well, ten to twenty-five years seemed an. He had been looking at me the entire time we were talking, I know he saw me checking out his crotch, but I just couldn't control my desire to visually drink in his huge bulge, I was like a bee attracted to nectar, except his bulge was the attraction!I looked again from his crotch to his beautiful eye's, and still he was smiling as he watched me checking him out! I was so turned on by him I couldn't help myself! He finally cleared his throat and said: There is something else I want, but I'm not. . you..." Cat stopped, realizing how stupid that sounded. "Bitch." She turned and stomped off. "Take me to my cage," she demanded. Her keeper led her away.By the time they reached her cage, Cat had had a chance to cool down. She supposed she couldn't blame Mindy for what she had done. After all, she had tried to do the same thing to Mindy. She wondered who had done it to Mindy. She thought she knew. Fred had a habit of playing the ponies and had suffered some losses. As a result, he had run. Yes. It feels good. Said Heather. But you have to be careful. You dont want all the boys touching you, do you? Well, no. But I want some boys to do it. I guess at your age it is very exciting. I enjoy being touched too. I said. Really! By woman right. Said Debbie. Not necessarily. Here let me show you. I reached out and touched her arm. Does this feel any different then one of your friends touching you? Well, no. But thats just my arm. Ok. Where do they touch you that feels good? I asked..