Having a woman dig around in my mouth with her tongue has never appealed to me. Over at Jeff's house one Saturday night we watched a movie on Showtime...that had a couple with their mouths close together and they looked like they were fighting with their tongues. I'd much rather kiss with my lips.Jill changed my mind. Her tongue was like an extension of her mouth. It wasn't jabbing, digging. It just kind of melted into my mouth. I found myself playing with it, exploring it with my tongue, trying. I could see she’d had her hair done and was wearing make-up and looked a good ten years younger than the Hazel that had left me in her flat earlier.She was wearing a knee length, black skirt and white satin blouse, the top two buttons of which were open, giving me a glimpse of the red bra she was wearing under it.I followed Hazel into the lounge, fired up her computer and linked to one of the videos I’d downloaded earlier. It was almost the same as the situation that I was in at that very. She had her family again and she began doing her best to put the memories of her mistakes behind her. Then, just when things seemed to be going so well again, his deployment orders to Afghanistan came through. She was crushed.Not surprisingly, two months after he left, she found herself back in Sean's arms. She knew there was no excuse for it, but in the end her guilt was trumped by her loneliness and fear. She had pursued Sean again and it had taken all of her charms to get him away from that. The other screens are on both sides and above it. The cell also has a cot, a toilet, a sink, and a door with a small view port and a small slot at the floor, presumably for the passage of meals, which I hope are not pure white.I contemplate how I got here. I was having a drink in a hotel bar while waiting for my lover to arrive. I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize. 'Your lover has been detained. We know about your infidelity. Do we have your attention?'My blood curdled in.