So I sit with her at table where she talks with client.“Sam, I need to take you back to high school,” she tells him. “When you knew Jerry Truesd...le. How’d you two meet, by the way?”He tells that each of them played in sports against the other school, football, basketball, baseball, and came to know each other in that way and became friends.“We hung out together a lot,” he says. “That was before, well, before I went on and made it and he kind of busted and got sour about it. He kept hitting me. Torture.Purely voluntary, of course. No prisoner would be required to undergo any unpleasant treatment; they could serve out their term, just as originally sentenced. But... if they wished to shorten their sentence and get out a little faster, they could.The terms were simple, as they were explained to us in one of several meetings held in the large rec hall in D Block. One hour of torture would take one week off your sentence. Suffer for 8 hours, you could cut two months off. Submit for two. One night we went to the movie and then to the club for supper. Town was closed for one reason or another, so we went to the motor pool, where I worked, and we went into the "Hidden Room." It was accessed by moving a panel in the wall of the office, and was used to hide excess, or unauthorized, items. There was also a cot in there. We went in so Linda could give me a little, and turned on the light, at HER insisting. She always enjoyed sex more with the lights on. We both stripped, and went 2. He looked down at her and saw the concentration and determination in her face. He reached out and was barely able to tangle his fingers in the hair at the top of her head, but could tell she enjoyed the tease by the way her head swayed and the soft tune she seemed to hum. Just then she reached up and roughly pulled down his shorts, so hard that he had to lift his hips off the seat to allow them to slide down off of his bottom. Once freed she took him in her hands and stroked slowly, stretching.