The faucet handle worked, and a thin stream of water came out. Then the handle broke off completely. The water continued flowing. The sounds of splash...ng water on the concrete floor made me look under the sink, to where the rusted plumbing was allowing the water to run out into my cell. I watched as the trickle of water went across the floor of the cell and down into a drain in the corner. Great!I had to pee, so I unzipped my jumpsuit and pissed directly into the drain. I was going to reserve. Moving back to your shoulders fingertips push the shirt off allowing it to fall to the floor.Reaching back to touch me expecting to feel clothing, surprised as fingertips touch flesh. You turn around and begin to speak and I stop you. Putting a hand on your mouth, letting you know that no words are needed. Fingers quickly undo your bra letting it fall to the floor. Sensual passion takeover as lips forcefully come together, arms tightly wrap around each other. Mouths open and tongues begin. She walked to the living room and peered out the window into the night. The fog had mostly dissipated but an occasional scream still broke the silence of the city besieged by fear. Tom had been right about one thing: had all three of them gone out, her companions would quite likely have been quickly apprehended and detained. Alone she would have no such difficulties.Pushing her awareness out into dark streets, she made certain that there was no immediate threat to the two people slumbering in. 'I tied the cable round my thigh myself, ' I'd told him, 'and assholes like you make me wish I hadn't bothered.' And then the Army had descended on me again and sent me to talk to the physiotherapists, and the psychotherapists, and all the other fucking therapists who still had two fucking legs.I swung myself sideways out of bed, grabbed the crutches, and heaved myself upright. Staying clean was about the one habit I hadn't been able to shake. All the rest: eating right, not drinking too much,.