"Just the way it is." I don't have any photo paper, I couldn't print it tonight." Just give it to me on a CD. I'll print and frame it myself." OK. If ...ou're sure. How does $50 sound?" Fine. I didn't bring any money with me. Let me call my father and he can bring it over."I said, "Don't worry about it, Maria. You can bring the money to school tomorrow. Jack, put it on a CD for her."He burned it, then went over to her with the CD. "Here you go."She stood up, after warning Bozo, and took the CD. She was a FWB. Late twenties, 5’6”ish, fit, brunette with highlights, round sexy ass and great perky breasts. We were in a restaurant, she had a gym bag with her so I assumed she came from the gym. We sat and had drinks for a while. Chatting and flirting. I noticed she was flirting heavily with the waitress as well witch gave me a pleasant surprise. We had dinner and she kept touching me under the table. Especially when the waitress was around. The sexual tension was building. Her attempt to fend him off earned her an open-handed slap across the side of one breast, which not only hurt abominably and knocked some of the breath out of her, but also served to send her to her knees again.The guard took out his prick and waved it in her face. Helen bowed to the inevitable and opened her mouth, but the guard only laughed when he saw her movement, and left her in the cage.Looking round, she saw that her fellow prisoners were of a variety of ages and skin hue, ranging from. And not just her mother. Only yesterday, the Maths teacher, Miss Anderton, had said she was probably the brightest student she'd ever had and was certain she'd get that scholarship she was hoping for. Straight As were just not going to be a problem for her."I've got to, Mari. It's important. We'll be together after the exams. It's not long!" But what am I to do? I live in a fucking squat you know. Full of junkies and crackheads and tarts and the like. I've just got a fucking mattress to sleep.