Ian sat back on his side of the table and lit up a fag “All right?” he asked me, looking exausted but less tense than before. The first time I received a reply letter I was ecstatic. Pornhat yeah” I nervously answered. I’ll be just outside the door ” the screw declared, taking his leave. I shuddered “Ian, are you mad?” I whispered. I felt as though I were being fucked by a machine or a ravenous animal. I then realised, looking over through a window in the door, that the guard was watching and we’d both stopped the conversation. “take your knickers off love” he demanded. It smelt very strongly of tobacco and there was just a very small desk-fixed to the floor, and two chairs – not fixed, strangely.
