It's all I can think of to do. The light through my cell window is getting brighter. I guess it could be seven o'clock now but I don't have any way of...knowing for sure. I sit on the edge of the bed.There's a mechanical click and the shutter on the outside of the cell bars begins to rise. Josephine is standing there, smiling. I get to my feet. It seems appropriate."Good morning, Fifty!" Her tone is cheery. "Good to see you are up. Ready for the new day?" I nod. "Turn round." I do as she asks.. She was younger than I, probably in her middle twenties, bleached blond with just a hint of roots showing, and she was obviously braless beneath her roomy t-shirt from the way her unbound breasts moved delightfully when she walked or moved. The swell and shape of her breasts was accentuated by the small backpack slung on her shoulders. She wore ragged black tennis shoes and a matching ragged school girl style tartan miniskirt. I immediately nicknamed her "Slutty Lolita" in my mind and admired. The other young lady brings an end to the slight grin on my face. She is a little older, maybe twenty-four, 5’5”, size 2 and brown hair a few inches below her shoulders. With my love of shopping, I have a habit of trying to estimate dress size. She wears the look of a confident and pleasant young lady and I cannot help but stare from a distance across the store. She is wearing a brown skirt, a light green turtleneck sweater and flats. The skirt flatters, the turtleneck impresses and her smile. Absentmindedly I reached down and wiped it away with the palm of my hand. I heard a rather sharp intake of breath from Chris and I realized what I had done and could feel myself blush a little. When I looked over at Chris I saw that she was looking down on my hard on so I took it that she hadn't taken any offense.Now things were like this, I was nude and so was Chris. Sara and Tom had their underpants on. This made the next hand interesting because Chris lost again. We had a long discussion.