One, they kept me from going nuts no question about it. Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, status believe it or not. There was a deal of envy of...inmates that had love letters from their women, kids, families. Long termers, like me, often got letters early on, as I discovered. But after a while the letters became fewer and fewer as the people in their previous lives moved on. I was sure that I would at least not be suffering that particular fate; I’d be proof against that. My situation was. I said yes and sat on a stool. Aunt bent in front of me and started mixing the juice for lather. I saw a huge cleavage and told her that her milk jugs are very big and beautiful. She laughed at me and said I’m not only intelligent I’m also naughty.Me: So aunty do you get milk?Aunt: Not now Subbu, I should have a baby to get milk.Me: When are you having a baby?She started applying soapnut juice and I continued talking to her.Aunt: Me and uncle are trying for a baby and will soon have one.I was. It was not cold, but it was wet, and it did have a reasonable alcohol content. I sat in a corner chair so that my back was protected. I had read enough movie scripts to know how important that was!I managed to relax for half an hour or so, but I couldn't take it any more. I had to have a little mental stimulation. Like every saloon you ever saw in a Western movie, there was a poker game going on. It was penny ante, so it was about my speed. I'm no poker pro, but I do know how to play fairly. The air is nice and cool and I am enjoying the night calmness. I get to the main road, turn around and start walking back. I can see lights coming up the main road but it doesn't concern me as I continue to walk. When the car approaches it slows down and I hear a voice asking me for directions. Another person lost I think as I turn around to help them out. I get to the window to point them in the right direction and I see three men in the car. Nice looking to add. I lean down to the.
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