" Is all the poor girl hears before *PBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH* explodes on her face, the huge ass covered in khaki pants explodes onto her, Emily hears ... laugh as the warden takes her seat at the desk across from her now."Sorry for that! It's tradition here that new bitches get their first blast from the woman in charge. Name's Warden Bunns, but you can call me Victoria. And I've got to tell you, I couldn't be happier to see someone of your stature here. It's not every day we get a small one...". But it’s still love.” “I’ll miss them.” “Of course you’ll miss them. They won’t be with you.” “You're not with me,” he said, turning to her, the slightest hint of hurt scolding in his voice. “No. I can't, baby.” She held him tighter. He softened. “I know. I can’t either.” “My love won't go anywhere.” “Yes it will. It's going back out to Denver. To….” He fell silent. “We'll see each other again. Next year. Our next weekend together.” “But you. You will go away. You said it yourself.. Right away I was swallowed up in the weeds. The trail seemed to dead-end. Off to my right, though, the ground began to rise into the trees. There was nowhere to go but up.The hill was steep, but it didn’t seem so high once I reached the top. I could see the people on their way to the refreshment stand, and they weren’t far away at all. If they’d bothered to look, they would have been treated to the sight of a naked girl in pink sneakers waving back at them.This was more fun than stripping at. ”“Sounds like I’d remember that. Can’t say it’s anyone I know.”“Me neither, what did he do?”“Well, he knew about…” and I hesitated, checking both of their faces again, searching for a smirk or a smile in their eyes. There wasn’t one.I tried to remember the last time either of them had been round my house, the last time either of them could have stumbled across the washbag and the vibrator it contained. Since the divorce, we’d always met at theirs or, now we were older, at the pub. Neither of.