I had been raped more than oncein this prison and I knew that it is easier to capitulate and get it overwith. Having been a transvestite whore for so...many years in the past, Iknew I could let them do whatever they wanted with me without feeling toomuch shame; but I what I didn't want was any physical pain.I recognised two of the guards from F Block and knew them to beparticularly sadistic. So far, I had been saved from their attentionbecause I was one of Steve's girls. I knew the best way to. ." While searching for her next words, Jane bit herbeestung lips."Go on," I beckoned."What I'm trying to say is...do you, like, wanna go shopping togetherafter school? And maybe go to the hair saloon?" Do I!?" I exclaimed, bouncing up and down, "Girl, I would love to goshopping with you! Like, you're always dressed soooo hawt~, I would loveto get some tips from you!"Jane's face brightened in delight at this. "Really?" she asked. "I wasactually hoping to get some tips from you. Your style. I started to get hard in my jeans as I drove home thinking about her. The streets were pretty quiet as it was almost 2am. I noticed a bright neon sign above a store that read "Oriental Massage". I was hard as a rock, so I thought...why not? I pulled over and parked just down from the massage parlor. I quickly walked to the front door as it was cold outside and I wasn't sure what time they closed. As I opened the door I was met with some surprise by a very attractive Asian woman in her. In September, he wrote a snail mail letter to Donna, filling her in on what had been happening in his life for the last few months and telling her about his trip to California. He told her that he had booked a week long trip to Mazatlan for right after Thanksgiving and would be thinking of her when he was sipping margarita's on the veranda of his cabana, reclining on his chaise lounge, trying to get an even tan while watching the ocean surf pounding against the sandy beach. He told her that he.