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Oh yeah? Jake smiled as he sat up Well let's go. Jake smiled taking her hand and lead her to the cafe. He smiled softly at the sight of the milk butlers with their cocks out in the open and the large boobs of the maids bouncing as they walked.
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She walked with him, jiggling just a little bit herself. Her hand swung a little with his as they walked, her long legs on display, and just a little peek of her panties. Mmm, so I'm thinking waffles this morning. Whipped cream sounds tasty.
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I think i'll have the bacon egg sandwich. Jake said as he found them a booth to sit at. A rather well endowed butler walked up to the table saying Ah hey Sophie. Hey Jake... what can I get you two? Wassup Ralph? Jake smiled saying I'll have the bacon and egg and cheese sandwhich with a coffee.
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Hey, Ralph. When'd you start today, sweetie? She smiled and crossed her legs. Mmm, I think I'll do the waffles with whipped cream and berries. And I'll do coffee too. With a little milk, if you please.
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Very well... Ralph smiled And milk for you Jake? Yes... male milk please. Jake smiled... aaah the joys of being Bi. Very well i'll get the milk set up for you. Ralph smiled as pulled out a vibrating cock sleeve and slipped over his cock as he went to put in their orders.
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Sophie smiled and watched him go off, pleased with the way this morning was going in place of last night. Mmm, so how are you today, Jake? Sleep well?
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Sorta... I couldnt get to bed until 1 in the morning. Because apparently to Leo when I hit the bed it's play time for him. Jake smiled referring to his kitten. Jake's ears twitched slightly as their coffee was brought to them. Here ya go. Ralph smiled and pulled off the sleeve and moaned softly cumming a bit into Sophie's coffee before going to Jake's. Thanks Ralph. Jake smiled sipping the coffee.
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Yes, thank you, she said, smiling and stirring her coffee a bit. I couldn't get to sleep either. Not enough sex to make me tired, she said with a little shrug. She took a sip and smiled at the flavor. Mmm, but this coffee is amazing. Her grey eyes took in Jake again. Her friend was a sweetheart, and he was very cute. The ears, she decided, were what really pushed him over that edge. But the eyes...the eyes were nice too.
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Jake sipped the coffee. Yup... I swear Ralph has the sweetest cum here. Jake smiled at her and after a bit Ralph came back with their meals. Here ya go. Ralph smiled setting the plates down and looked to see Jake's tail and ears twitching in excitement Gah... cute as always eh Jake? Nyaaa! Jake mewed as Ralph petted his ears slightly before walking away to help the other customers. Jake smiled as he began to eat. Hey... what do you think about me trying to find a date? Jake asked her suddenly My mom brought it up last night on the phone. She said I should try to find a girlfriend or a boyfriend.
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Sophie chuckled as she watched Ralph pet him. She smiled and started to spread her cream on the waffles and mix in the berries the way she liked it. His question caught her a little off guard. A special someone, huh? I don't know. It'd be good for you, I think, but they'd have to be just as cute as you are, and that's a tough thing to do. Then again...I have a hard time seeing you with just one person. She smiled and took a bit of her waffles, enjoying them quite a bit. She could taste just a little bit of aphrodisiac in the cream and she loved it.
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True... well it was just a thought. Jake smiled as he kept eating But it'd be nice... to have someone around the apartment besides Leo. Jake smiled and began to day dream Like a big dicked hunk with the soft and tender heart... or the shy and bashful girl who cooks me food and takes good care of me... Nyaaaa! Nya? Oh am I day dreaming again?
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She smiled and laughed as he came back to her. Yes, but it was cute. And I'll tell you what. If you decide you wanna give it a shot, I'll set you up with Ralph and me, and you can see where that goes. She smiled and finished off her waffles and coffee, thoroughly sated.
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Well i'll think about it. Jake said and smiled finishing his sandwich. He soon finished his coffee and smiled. That was great! Jake smiled as he felt energized and ready for sex.
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Yeah. I'm so ready to hit the park. I have a lot of pent up energy just waiting to be released. She waved at Ralph and the manager and then stood up and left her friend a little tip before heading out with Jake.
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Jake smiled leaving a tip as well and headed outside. He grinned taking Sophie's hand and lead her to the park... and... alas, there was no orgy. Aaaaw... So much for a bukkake...
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She chuckled at his disappointment, finding his reaction to be adorable. Unfortunately, the lack of orgy left her frustrated as well. With a sigh she turned to him. Well now what? Should we try to start one of our own? Or should we just give up?
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The first ten minutes passed by in complete silence, disrupted by nothing other than the sound of pages flipping over. Desiree appeared to be unaware of the presence of another person, never granting him any attention. After all, they had all the time in the world. People sent to the institution all had the choice between death row and the jail. At times the woman wondered which one was better. Most people went crazy in prison, haunted by paranoia, living in constant fear. Finally, she acknowledged him with a glance, letting out a low sigh. He wouldnt last long, she could see it. The people who survived there were either fighters or people like her. It didnt take a genius to see that he was not the former she doubted that he would be the latter. Serial killers had a sort of a radar for each other there was something in their eyes, or perhaps the way they acted, that enabled them to spot one another. It didnt always work, yet most of the times she was dead on to tell who was innocent and who wasnt. She sat up, staring at him in silence for a few moments. Her gaze trailed outside, trying to figure out the time from the small window on top of the wall. They wouldnt be let out that night again, which meant that the man in front of her had twenty four hours to live. She wasnt completely crazy, there were only certain types of people she killed, and it wasnt until she found out what he was in there for and whether her hunch was right or not, that she would decide whether he got to live or not. Youll die soon, she pointed out, her voice surprisingly sweet and melodious although it held husky notes. She tilted her head to observe the man, her teeth dragging along her lip. Despite everything, she missed human contact. She needed people to fear her, which meant that fraternizing was out of the question with other inmates. Since she didnt have a roommate, its been six months since she has last had a meaningful conversation with anyone the same went for a physical relationship. Despite her hatred toward most males, she slept with those she hated most. It was part of her MO she got them to relax, trust her, sometimes fall asleep and then they woke up hours later or if they were really lucky, they never woke up again. Why are you here? Must be something real awful, she pointed out, deciding to probe him before figuring out what kind of games to play with him.
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Gerry continued to sit against the wall in silence. He had both his hands on the back of his head, and was staring straight down at the ground. He heard an occasional wild howl echoing off the concrete walls of the prison and it made him wonder if the death penalty might back been better than whatever he was going to face here. He was aware that his cellmate was talking to him, but he made no reply. From what he had heard it was foolish to talk about one's crimes in prison, especially when it had involved children. Killing one's own wife was one thing, but killing your own children crossed a line that even the most hardened criminals were bound to find repulsive. And judging by the kind of criminals that this jail housed, Gerry figured they wouldn't even think twice about killing him. His own cellmate had already affirmed this- her first words to him being You'll die soon. How had it come to this? Gerry was aware that today was saturday. He should have been out tossing a baseball with his sons, while his infant daughter played on the grass. Maybe his wife was inside making lemonade, or at the store renting a movie for the family to watch that night. No. He had to stop thinking about these things. That world was gone. No one really cared about what had happened, so his innocence was irrelevant. Gerry told himself that he needed to start living the life that was left to him now. That meant he would soon forget the day of the week, soon forget thoughts of the outside world. It was his fate to rot in this prison for the abhorrent crimes of another. At this point there was nothing left to do besides trying to avoid being killed every day. After thinking to himself for a while, Gerry finally lifted his head up. He stared straight ahead at the wall, could clearly see his cellmate out of the corner of his eye. Does it matter? He finally replied to her question about his crimes. I'm here, obviously I did something to deserve it. With that, he stood up and walked to the small sink that they now shared, and splashed some water on his face, attempting to clear his head.
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The cellmate in question moved her legs back and forth, as though she was sitting on a bench at the park, not on a bunk in a cell. She quickly decided that she liked him he had that destroyed air to him along with the ability to avoid launching into a long sob story that nobody would believe. Of course she wouldnt point it out, he would need to learn things on his own and while she fully intended on watching him harden as time went by as well as avoiding his certain death, it was too early to let him off the hook. After all, he was possibly a future target of hers. If so, however, it wouldnt be right away. She would wait for him to gain confidence, assume that his life was more or less safe as much as it could be in a similar institution, and only then she would start everything over again. Her previous prey was far too easy it brought no satisfaction other than the knowledge that she got rid of yet another piece of human trash. It hadnt taught the pedophile anything that much was certain. No, she liked to play, make them realize how it felt, and only then take the life. Just like most people in the place she had a justification for her action, although unlike others she never flaunted it. In her mind, she was a vigilante. Many innocent lives were saved with her help, while the undeserving was lost. Just like many serial killers she had followers, only her crowd was a lot wider the abused women, their families and so forth. Of course the followers that came forth were crazy for the most part she bore no interest toward them. Instead, she kept close the letters of the families affected by the crimes of some of the men she killed. She considered her options in silence, deciding to go straight for the goal. A grin slowly spread across the full lips as the woman cocked her head. I see, she replied slowly, watching him lean over the sink. Its quite a shame, dont you find. An innocent man going to waste, she pointed out, observing the reaction. She was good at reading people, and there were certain reactions one would expect from a person who truly was innocent in a similar setting.
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Innocent? Gerry said to himself. Had the woman just said that? It seemed strange and out of place that in an institution such as this one such a thing as innocence would even be considered. None of us are innocent anymore. Gerry said flatly, returning to his seat on the floor. He had only been in prison for a few days during the trial, as he had made bail and given up his passport. Every minute seemed like three or four hours, and though he had been in this cell for less than five minutes it had already seemed like an entire day. Everything about this prison seemed so definite and final. It was definite that he would never see the world outside these gates again. His cellmate was already giving him the creeps. He had heard about this prison when he was sentenced to it, but one really had to be here to see what kind of people it housed. Gerry had already seen to much on the way in, and now he was going to be forced to spend all of his time with this woman. She didn't seem outwardly violent, but that is what scared him. For the most part, the inmates of this prison were cold, calculated killers who knew what they were doing, and restrained themselves when it suited him. While Gerry had no idea what the rate was at which inmates killed one another, he was sure this was a statistic he didn't really want to know. Gerry stared at the cold grey walls of their cell, and wondered how he was ever going to pass time here. He imagined it was something you got used to, but for now he felt as if he was chained to a dungeon wall.
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Ouh, wrong answer, Quinn retorted in dismay, shaking her head, although her tone remained light hearted and almost warm. It wasnt completely an illusion. She loved children, had a lot of friends and even animals liked her when she was not on a killing spree. Never once did she think of harming an innocent or an animal, unlike most people locked up in the building. Some were born that way sociopaths, completely devoid of all emotion. She, however, was steadily bended until something snapped and broke, bringing an incredible hatred toward certain men within her. Although I suppose I understand, she nodded, the long eyelashes slowly battling against her skin. Innocence is relative. The guy next door, he killed his own mother. Hes new as well, but he wont be staying for long. Comparing to him, youre innocent, she explained, stretching out lazily, almost like a cat that spent too much time under the sun. His silence was getting on her nerves, it made her curious and she disliked being curious about other humans. While on one hand she decided that he was innocent until further notice, on the other he could very well be a person similar to her. Suddenly, a thought occurred. What if they sent her to him because they wanted to get rid of her? She eyed him with suspicion, but shook it off. The guards didnt want to harm her she had this way of getting into their head that should have assured that much. Not to mention the fact that most still expected that one day she would let them have their way with her. With an attitude like this, youll last under twenty four hours. Ive been in solitary for too long to let that happen, she stated, shifting about to rest on her back, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. So, lesson number one. Make allies, she bit on her thumb, considering her words. You dont need many, just an influential one, she added. Silence may seem easier, but youll go crazy after a week.
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Gerry raised an eyebrow at the mention of allies. Who here did he have anything in common with, let alone a shared goal? And who would even consider protecting a man like him? Everyone else here was a killer. The most Gerry had ever killed when he backed over a neighbors cat once, years ago. I don't see that working out, he replied to his cellmate. Would he really go crazy in a week without any substantial human contact? In a way, Gerry hoped she was right. No sane person could cope with this life he now had, so maybe just letting himself mentally break down wasn't a terrible idea in itself. But no, he wasn't quite that desperate yet. Better to cling on to his humanity for the time being. Why was his cellmate giving him any advice in the first place? That alone worried Gerry. He had seen the prison specials on tv from time to time- he knew nothing was given for free in prison. You accepted a cigarette one day, and the next your ass belonged to the whole cell block. That was a relationship Gerry hoped he could avoid. I just want to keep my head down and do my own thing. I won't be a bother to anyone, Gerry said finally after another silence. And with that plan, Gerry hoped he could finish his life peacefully in this prison.
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The girl picked up a book, one about criminal analysis, and flipped through the clean looking pages. There was quite a library in the place, and since most men were literate there were often new books in it. Of course it was by no means a grand place filled with ranges and ranges of books, yet between the new arrivals from the other prisoners and authorities they had at least something to do. Nobody ever bothers anyone youre neither the first to come up with that nor the last. Theyll be a bother to you, she shrugged. But I dont really care what happens, the prison is full and they wont have a choice but to give me another mate. Good luck with life, she added, her voice holding no grudge or bitterness, especially the last part. She honestly wanted to see how well he could hold on. The people would find out about his crime somehow, there was always a leak. Then, depending on what it was his destiny would be forged. Or perhaps he would fall prey to Grayson, one of the craziest once. She decided to warn him about that one. If he didnt want direct help, she would weave her webs behind his back, yet there wasnt much she could do about Grayson. Killing him wasnt an option, she didnt want her last hour to be taken away and getting off the hook with a crime in prison wasnt the easiest task. Avoid 153, she stated after a brief silence, flipping another page.
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Gerry wondered to himself why they gave books to the prisoners here. This place was filled with beasts and wild animals who needed no semblance of comfort or humanity. Still, being able to read might be something to fill his time, and keep him sane. Do you have any other books in here? He asked his cellmate. He had heard her mention something about a certain 153, but he wasn't positive what that meant. Presumably she was talking about another prisoner, but he didn't know. Gerry wasn't exactly planning to go around and check the number of every prisoner he ever saw. As he waited for her reply, Gerry found himself wondering more and more about his cellmate. He pictured the various hideous crimes she may have committed. He certainly didn't feel safe being locked in a room with her. He was also very curious about her motives. Gerry most definitely did not trust this woman at all, and was wary even to ask her about books.
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The woman flipped another page, ignoring him for a good dozen minutes before finally replying. She could sense the weariness in his voice, which was perfectly fine, he had at the reasons to be afraid of her, yet there was something else in there. Something similar to disdain or perhaps superiority. She heard that tone a lot - from attorneys, new guards and people on the television. Most of them thought that killers were brutes, sociopaths, yet that was the mere tip of the iceberg. Underwater, there were various kinds of people, all with different passions and motives. She was surprised that he hadn't began reading the articles that served almost as wallpaper in the cell, surely he heard of the killer. At first, she wore a pathetic name - something involving a highway, simply because a few of her victims happened to live there. After a while, she was surprised to find a few journals and newspapers that called her the 'Dark Knight', a brutal impersonation of Batman. That title left once it was discovered that she was a woman, much to her dismay. She loved the movie. Yes, she replied patiently. You've never killed a fly, have you? She sat up again, crossing her arms under the ample bosom to study him inquisitively. We're criminals, sure, but we like reading, and watching movies. When free, we went to Starbucks in the morning before going to work, read comic books and visited friends and family. All prisons have libraries, and just because this prison is intended for the sickest of all, they still have to grant us something to prevent a spike in suicides or a mutiny, she shrugged, hopeful that her explanation would at least change his cold attitude. Of course it wasn't her first day in jail, she met one or two men like him. One went after people who raided his company, the other went after his wife's rapists. They were both shut at first, yet she was drawn to them and eventually something similar to friendship was formed. Sadly enough one died of tuberculosis and the other was freed when his attorneys found evidence proving him 'innocent'. The point was, she wouldn't go around trying to change him, nor probe him for conversation. She needed to talk to something other than a wall, a word or two per sentence she said were progress.
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Gerry rolled his eyes ever so slightly during his cellmates lecture. He looked down on them for being killers, and here he was, looked down on for being a normal human being. He completely disagreed with almost every word she just said, but he wasn't going to argue with her. He was stuck here after all, and even if he didn't want friends, he certainly didn't want any enemies that had it out for him. Eventually he got up off the floor and sat down on the bottom bunk. He imagined it was hers, and that she was going to yell at him for it soon, but he was tired of sitting on the floor. Stretching out his back, Gerry finally caved and decided to be diplomatic and at least try to care about what was going on here. So, what are you reading? He asked his cellmate, hoping that she would at least be a little pleased that he finally spoke to her like a human being.
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Quinn flipped through the pages, reading every word as though her life depended on it. Her eyes were filled with vivid curiosity, filled with intelligence and eagerness to learn. She didn't have the occasion to get a PhD., although she did manage to get a Master's degree - ironically enough in criminology. When spoke, the woman took a while to answer, it was turning into a pattern. Truth was, his condescending attitude was getting to her - quite a faux pas on his behalf. She hated people who looked down on things foreign to them. Most people in the institution were indeed deplorable human beings, yet many had stories behind them, long downward spirals which brought them to where they were. It was heart wrenching at times. Her own story was not one of the happiest either, and the only thing she was faulty of in her mind was getting caught. Psychology, understanding behavior, she replied simply, looking up at him. You should try reading it, she pointed out, her words holding a double meaning. She wished he could understand things, he was too much of an upper middle class white male, sticking to what he knew and looking down at the world.