"I didn't show you any signs of anger," she says."No, you didn't," Steve agrees, "Impressive, really. You'd be a bad interrogator if you did. Nah I wa... just guessing here." You think you're getting interrogated?"Steve smiles, "judging from the questions you ask, I feel like I'm getting a free therapy session."This time she returns his smile. There is a certain charm to this woman. It's like he can tell her everything, maybe even flirt a little? These guys are good, he thinks. These guys are. "But seriously," she said, regaining control over herself. "Haven't youever looked at a woman? I was sure I noticed you making eyes at me atschool."The question took me aback. Was I really like these men?"That's different," I said. "I never grabbed you or anything." No, but you wanted to."I shook my head and she looked at me, head cocked at one side, wickedgrin on her pretty face. "Oh come on, now. Admit it. You wanted to."I suppressed a smile, shook my head innocently. "Me? Hardly. I was just. Claude groaned ‘Holy fuck!’ and the backdoor slammed shut and their bright-faced blonde daughter entered with a cross crookedly painted in purple lipstick on her forehead. She smiled and cooed, ‘Hi guys… are you still up?’ ‘What day is it?’ Claude roared. Nikita’s forehead wrinkled. ‘Fuck dad, start me off with an easier question like who am I?’ Another roar from Claude followed, this time insisting his wayward daughter not use such disgusting language in front of her mother. ‘What’s wrong with. .I'll have another session with her tomorrow." I left and went back to my office to take care of some paperwork. I was due for another training session in an hour, and took time to use the bathroom first...relieving myself with a good bowel movement. I always showered at the end of the day but didn't clean myself otherwise from one session the next so that the prisoners were forced to endure additional humiliation when they satisfyed my carnal needs during an indoctrination appointment..