The journey to Ludlow was gruelling as I was quite far gone by then and my welcome there was a little cool. But it was better than staying in London a... my parents’ house. I named my daughter Georgina after the father she would never know.Relations at the Devernes were never good, perhaps they would have been better had I delivered a male child. They could not in decency expel us but my Georgina and I would always be unwelcome guests. So when my mourning had been decently observed I accepted an. " Aren't you in solitary?" Yeah, but the trusties are in on it. They sometimes forget to lock the cell doors after lunch and the violent scumbags get kudos for messing up the kiddie fiddlers." What happened with the girl?" When she got friendly, I just legged it. I've never been one for touching." Why did she say otherwise, Chalky? Her description of her attacker fits you to a tee." I swear on my sweet mother's life, I never laid a hand on her." Your mother's dead." Well if she was still alive,. I recall tasting some of yours a while back. I couldn’t believe I was doing that, but in the end it wasn’t any worse than a runny egg white – just considerably better tasting.”Kat volunteered, “I’ve been swallowing cum since I was in high school, and all the stigma about it being bad is just bullshit. I happen to love the taste of it.”Mike volunteered, “That makes you a cum slut – and I hold people like that in very high esteem.” He went back to eating out Amber.Kat said, “And a damned good one. During my day, even as busy as it normally is, I find myself busy with thoughts of you. Can you believe it? During the most mundane tasks, I think about you, and how you make me feel. And though we’ve never even met, you’ve accomplished something that people here with me cannot – you have made me feel. At night I dream about your touch upon my skin and how good it makes me feel. If only my dreams could become a reality. I hate to play the ‘what if’ game, but at this point I cannot avoid it any.