When people are out of work, the last thing on their minds is a new lawn or pool installation."So our business has been hit especially hard. Right now...my husband is out overlooking one of the few jobs that we have been able to secure," she said."Yes, I'm afraid many people in our community are hurting financially right now. This recession hasn't been kind to this town. The factories closing down, people out of work... it's just terrible," he said."Exactly. Unfortunately, the result of this is. She returned Trina's passion just as heatedly, pushing her earlier thoughts out of her mind, and again by midnight they could both barely move."We've got to cut this out, hon'," Trina told her. "I'm getting too old to ball this much. I ache when I get up in the morning." But a good ache," Laura smiled.Trina, however, was solemn. "I... got something I should tell you," she said, looking away evasively.Laura could feel the chill almost immediately. Oh god, here it comes! "What is it?" she asked. I pulled over as the young officer approached our car. Taking my license and registration, he said that we were speeding along with reckless driving, and some other charges too. He ran his check from his car and came back to us. Saying that we had no wants outstanding, he was still giving us several tickets. He played his light inside the car, and when he moved the beam over my wife, he did it so slowly, letting the beam fully expose her breasts and thighs. My wife’s short skirt was even. We’re looking up at a seemingly endless plain, high, brick wall. No windows. No billboards. Just bricks ... And then a large black gate – two stories high, a simple sign is screwed to the wall next to the gate. It reads, “H.M. PRISON PENTONVILLE”We look at this for a moment, then swing the camera the other way to look out at the other side of the street – and the plainest, dullest apartment block you’ll ever see. Plain brick that matches the walls of the prison opposite. Small windows spaced.