A few minutes later she walked back to her cell.Upon being buzzed into her cell, Olivia immediately climbed up to her top bunk and lied down.The ordea... she just went through took a lot out of her. She was hungry, tired and felt the need to take a shower badly. She asked Andy when lunch was, and was told she had just missed it. She also asked about taking a shower and was told shower privileges were at two. That was about an hour away. She had time to rest and try to calm her mind.Two o’clock. Fair warning: There is a lot of profanity in this story! When I started to write this from the perspective of an author that’s trapped in his own nightmare world of raised expectations, he turned out to be a profane son of a bitch. I don’t particularly like it, but I just rolled with it. Last note, although this story is about a desperate author who is rescued by a proverbial hooker with a heart of gold, it is not actually some sort of private fantasy of mine. I don’t expect you to believe, I. ‘It’s a surprise, isn’t it?’ I laughed. ‘I studied at the Royal University, and was a technician on a highly secretive and sensitive project, until, of course, I found myself in this mess.’ Viktor leaned forward. His eyes were stern. He avoided coming too close to me. ‘There is no Royal University in Berlitz.’ ‘Not in your Berlitz,’ I smiled. I stopped and looked up to his face. The coal miner was trying to restrain his emotions. He wanted to look calm, and I was enjoying hanging my knowledge. He had told Harry how he had fucked a certain girl’s brains out after getting her high on some drugs that are common among muggles. Harry had realized instantly that he had got the solution to his problem. After inviting Ron to stay with him in London, he had shown him some strong muggle wines that he had recently got. Ron who was only used to firewhiskey was interested and agreed to drink. He never suspected Harry’s true intention and now they were sitting together in Harry’s bedroom in.