I usually got along with them, but I suspected that they were put up to it by some of my enemies on the outside. Lord knows, I had plenty of them to g... around.I brought it to a quick conclusion by promising them a couple of packs of smokes which I knew I could get from the laundry manager just by asking.When I went into the visiting area, Julie was already there sitting on one of the stools they used because they were bolted to the floor. I could see she was nervous and uncomfortable. The. They started talking to each other, laughing, and I felt I could be in there somewhere, I was feeling very vulnerable, when the driver addressed me, 'The guard say you like to see the girl fucking', and I could see he was looking at me through the rear view mirror?I swallowed hard, the sexual tension between me and the two huge black men in the car was palpable, I sensed their need of me, and I was scared and strangely excited.One would have to be a liar not to admit having sex with a black. And by the way she turned all heads that day, I was secretly hoping we grew even closer together.Julie had been the only one who consistently and regularly wrote to me. In the growing lonely months of separation, I inadvertently professed my love for her as our letters grew more and more intimate. She, too, returned my love, although neither of us outright and proclaimed it was of an incestuous nature. A respectable love, a brotherly-sisterly love. A close friendship type of bond. But deep in. So, we are eating and laughing. I am telling daddy all about school and my friends and everything, just like always. Daddy even lets me have just the tiniest sneaky sips of wine. He is NOT getting me drunk though, not even close.At some point after dinner, before dessert, daddy looks at me and tells me ... he is not stern or forceful or anything, but in his fatherly way, tells me to go to the ladies room ... take ... take off my panties and ... and to bring them back to him. I just stare at.