Kyle, Karen, and Charity could also see my erection. I put my hands in my lap and tried to force it down.“That isn’t anything to be shy about. You...��ve got a really nice pecker,” Claire complimented me.“Thank you,” I said awkwardly. “I don’t hear that very often.”I realized how impossibly strange “Not being complimented very often” on the attractiveness of my dick sounded when I said it out loud.Claire laughed and asked me not to be so polite to her. It wasn’t for the same reason that Charity had. A cold, acquired, no doubt, from my dip in the river and subsequent fever, was settling into my head and chest. Just the thing the doctor warned me against. It would be a great flight back to Seattle.I gathered my things and checked them off. Dead cell phone. Dead GPS transmitter. Keys. Wallet, dried beside my shoes. Credit cards and cash all there. In the kitchen, I cleaned up the remains of last night’s delivered food and washed the dishes. I looked around and found the pad of paper she had. I slipped off my shoes to make her job a little easier, and watched while she slipped first my left, and then my right leg out of my pants. I loved what she looked like as she finally settled back onto the bed, her face inches away from my eight-inch bulge, which was still covered by my boxers. She began stroking her hand over its boxer-covered length gently. “Don’t be a tease now,” I whispered, gently goading her. She looked up at me shyly as she pulled my boxers down to my knees. My cock. The men were free to look, but whatever thoughts they had about the naked prisoner they kept to themselves. When Cecilia escorted Maria Elena to Kim’s office, Criminal # 98946 was waiting in the reception area to let them in. The Spokeswoman invited her assistant and her two guests to have tea with her in the back office. Cecilia reminded Maria Elena that it ultimately was Kim who was her mentor and it was with Kim that she would have to work out the details of her future life as a criminal..