She sighed and sauntered slowly over to my side of the desk. I looked down at my crotch and her eyes followed. The mistletoe sat between my legs attac...ed to my belt.”Oh, you are such a bad boy,” she giggled, ”teasing an old lady like that.””You aren't old, who are you referring to?” I said with a grin.”You are such a tease, ” she said, ”take that off.”I stood up and looked down at her. I gazed into her twinkling eyes and put my hands on my hips.”Help yourself,” I offered as I looked down at the. .is that possible?’ ‘Are you family?’ ‘No friend…..’ ‘Have you visited before?’ ‘No….’ ‘We can book a timed visit, but we will need to confirm with the inmate whether they wish to have the visit from you and be put on their list……who is the person you wish to visit?’ ‘Patrick Curtis.’ ‘….and your name…..’ ‘Rachel McCormack’ ‘……and the time and date you wish to visit? Earliest available would be Sunday at 6.15, the visit lasts an hour and is in the Visitors Centre entrance to the side of the. When I stopped she slowly came close to me, raised her hand and started to caress my face. I tried to speak something, to ask what she wanted, but I couldn’t speak I was scared of something she seemed to have something inhuman in her. She was wearing a black coat and high heeled boots, she had a perfect body and dark straight hair, her lips were bloody red and she had a very sharp look. She looked at me upside down and finally spoke t me: “I like you” she said. I forced myself to say a few. By then he’d already apologized to his wife and his stepsons. Wendy thought it was important for him to do own up to his guilt, that it set a good example for the boys to hear it from his own mouth. So abjectly he stood in the living room and in front of them all and admitted that he was a failure as a husband and father.Yes, it had all seemed like some kind of kinky fantasy out of his imagination, but it was real, wasn’t it? She was going to leave him, and, what’s more, she was going to murder.