"That's mine," I huffed."Nope," Marcus coolly replied, not even looking at me. I snorted,crossing my arms."Look, bitch. You're new in this cell. I don...t really want you here. Ionly said yes back in Miss Stevens' office because I felt sorry for you,understand? I can go right back there and tell her no - then you'llactually have to face the consequences for the crimes you committed - noclean rap sheet, get it? So move your arse," I growled.Marcus laid back on the bunk, stretching out as he got. But, it wasn't like I could just start liking him because now I knew the truth. It's not like he'd told me the truth in the first place. No one had.Okay, maybe I hadn't exactly been open to hearing the truth. But seriously, as much as I hated to admit it, Jase had been right. If Eddie had just told me, sat me down and made me listen, I definitely would have heard him.I guess it didn't matter anymore. Now I knew, and it didn't matter how I'd found out. The whole night had left me confused, and. She wanted to get fucked. If not in the theater room, she was willing to get pounded right where she sat. She didn't care about the exposed location because she felt she was invulnerable. Besides, she never got caught. Although the hard floor would be more than a little uncomfortable, her fuck need drove her on.However, Alan just stood there above her, glowering and offering his hard-on expectantly. Clearly, he wasn't about to move. His unusually engorged cock, pulsing red with his anger and. “Oh Martha!” He’d guessed their shape, but now he was seeing how beautiful they were. As he stared, her nipples firmed slightly. He reached out to cup one breast. It was warm and cuddled into his hand. It moved as she breathed. He bent to kiss the nipple of the other one. She held the back of his head, permitting, even encouraging, this pillaging of her beauty.Even as she was blushing, Martha saw that Larry’s approach was reverent. Seeing herself in his face revealed a beauty her mirror didn’t.