This was uncontrollable for me and I was desperately looking to fuck her. But, time over and she left me for the day to Varanasi.Our talking was conti...ued and we talk naughty over phone. One day, I told her my parents are going for one week, out station. Can you plan for Ur trip to Lucknow? She replied, not possible. I was bit sad.One week later on Friday, I got a call from her where are you? I replied in office. She said ok, can u leave the office and pick me from station, I am in Lucknow. I. Meantime she'd poked around my cabinets enough to find a small glass. "Orange juice?" she asked."Top shelf of the icebox," I said, poking the toaster back down for the bagels' second go-round."The what?" she asked."Icebox. Refrigerator." Oh."Apparently she'd held the thought until we were both sitting at the table, me just to keep her company, because she waited until then to ask me. "Why do you call it an icebox?"I laughed. "Well, that's what they used to be, a long time ago—an insulated box. Normally I would have helped her but that night I wasn't in the mood. I purposely waited until I knew she was almost through, and I had finished off my wine, and then I went up to my room, only this time, I left the door open and unlocked. I no long heard the water running in the kitchen, so I knew she was finished, and the TV downstairs wasn't on, so she was stalling, and I knew it. Eventually though, there she stood in my doorway, a scared look on her face, as she lightly knocked on the door.. ........................."Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said,and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.I head the clicking of her high heels receding down the corridor dividingthe workroom cells.I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had comethe full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prisonprostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MHCorrectional Establishment Chelmsford. .