65 - Joana

I don't know if it was the wine, but my whole body lit up before Pablo's words.

He was well seated next to me, his penitentiary uniform rubbing against my fancy and expensive clothes, and everything I focused on was in his mouth. That full and perfect mouth, which I hadn't noticed in the moments we spent talking about our lives. In the moments when all I wanted was to gain his trust and finish that job right away. When we exposed our truths, it was as if a veil had been removed from my eyes.

"Do not think about doing anything you regret," he said in a low tone.

I didn't notice that my hand was on his leg, and that's why he would be asking for that kind of thing. But even after I noticed, I didn't do anything to get away. I felt his muscles below that horrible uniform, I felt that thick and firm thigh, and my thoughts directed me directly to the day I fantasized to be being fucked by him. Right there, in that prison.

"I won't regret it," I said equally quietly.

"I don't do anything wit