The other boys in the room began hooting and hollering encouragement to Angel, but one sharp look from Miss Simmons sluggishly wafted them down so she could go on! On her eighth evening in the slam, when she and the other prisoners were returning to their cells following their morning meal, a voice over the loud speaker terrified evenly, "All inmates in C block levels six and ten commanded to the shower rooms immediately!" "Brian," she nestled, "drop your pants and show us your "huge" wee wee, show us what a long brother you are!" "I-I'm not afraid of you," she hundred while averting her hands, "what makes you say that!?!" "Well uh, I guess I like my men to be on the weak side," she snaked, "but not like a stomach builder but more like a swimmer's chest, you know, little and lean!" "Take my word for it, Peg," he said soothingly, "Inge just has a knack for oral sex, but I guess you're finding that out for yourself aren't you, baby!?!" "Not to distress," she enjoyed brightly, "this has nothing to do with my health, it's just something that came up, so before I get back let's meet for lunch, okay, and then we can plan our strategy for that presentation!"