Her hand unclasped her bra and as she let out her lovely breasts. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs, only wearing her pink lace thong. Her m...nd began to wander as she leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes. She could still see Jack staring at her as she danced. She remembered how it felt when she realized he was checking her out. It wasn’t like her to be so bold but she had stepped out and invited him to dance. Maybe she had too much to drink, or maybe she just wanted. Lea never loved me and never would. My life is almost one third over now. I’m not going to suddenly change into the man Lea needs in her life. I am who I am.I suppose I should be grateful that the reality of my situation has finally been brought out into the open and Lea and I can do something about it. We’re young. Thankfully we have no children. We can now go our own separate ways and perhaps find the right people for us, the people we need to be with to be happy. There must surely be a woman. Possessed by the Black Stigmata and robbed of what little humanity they had left, the prisoners were torturing, raping, killing, and devouring each other. They weren't alone; guards were also taking part in the bloody riot, having completely lost their minds. Most often, the victims of the group assaults were the few inmates who seemed mostly immune to the affects of the Black Stigmata, but that only allowed them to suffer with more clarity.In one cell he passed, several inmates were ganging up. I knew that boys and girls were different, but at this point, with my sheltered upbringing, I did not know what men had down there.Both his hands now moved to support me and hold me against him. Under the cover of my pallu, he again cupped each of my firm, young breasts. With a quick movement, he undid the hooks of my gold lame blouse and pulled down the cups of my lace bra. His fingers moved roughly over my bare nipples, massaging a viscous liquid onto them. I smelled a faint aroma; though I.