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              While walking with that Torrian guy Kody couldn’t stop his smile from growing, he kept thinking about his female, what she would be wearing, what she would smell like, how her hair would be done. His dick got hard just thinking about all the questions and answering with his mind. He hoped her hair was down. He remembered the way it would fan out when he took her, when he showed her how much he wanted her. Their first time a sizzle in his mind. He told her he would never forget and he didn’t break that one promise. Kody’s thoughts were a haze of lust. He just wanted her to remember and beg for him again.

             
He snapped out of his daydream when Torrian knocked on Gwen’s office door. She opened the door and she was stunning. Her hair was down past her shoulders, the blonde waves just as he remembered. He gawked openly at the female. She was wearing a navy blue dress that clung to her curves. The deep v-neck showed ample cleavage without being slutty. She accomplished many feats with this dress. He noticed her smile. She was smiling in his direction. This wasn’t a dream, this was real and she was smiling.

             
Kody sauntered over to the chair he has come accustomed to sitting in while Gwen picks his brain, even though she had done it a million times before while they were entwined in bed and in love it never got old. He shocked her with his detailing of his past.

             
“Good afternoon Kody, how are you feeling today?” Gwen began.

             
“Fine, I wanted to give you something.” He said.

             
“Oh?” Gwen’s face was stoic.

             
“Yes,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out the papers he had folded up, “here I did these for you.”

 

              Gwen took the papers from Kody, her fingers trembled as she opened the papers, she thought it was going to be a confession of the millennium; Kody McQueen was finally going to open up.

             
“What do you think?” Kody’s voice finally shook with some emotion Gwen had never heard come from him before.

             
Her fingers righted the final crease and she looked at the paper. The first was a perfect likeness. Her eyes widened in fear, the drawing was too similar. It scared her. Kody was detailed, her lips parted. She could feel the furrow of her brows as she went into a world of her own thought. She knew she should tell Torrian but this could be an honest gift. Kody was blatant about getting Gwen’s attention back; he slammed his feet into the ground.

             
“You didn’t read the poem.” His tone was clipped.

             
“What?”

             
“You didn’t read the goddamn poem Gwen.”

             
“I will, give me a moment Kody, you do not boss me around.”

             
Gwen took her time; Kody was an art major at University Of Washington before he dropped out. He had a lot of talent, perhaps if things had been different he would have his own gallery today, but he turned the wrong way and he was in prison. She turned the paper over; it was a poem, To Earthward by Robert Frost hand written in a beautiful script:

Love at th
e lips was touch 
As sweet as I could bear; 


And once that seemed too much; 
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things, 
The flow of - was it musk 


From hidden grapevine springs 
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache 
From sprays of honeysuckle 


That when they're gathered shake 
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those 
Seemed strong when

I was young; 
The petal of the rose 


It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt 


That is not dashed with pain 
And weariness and fault; 


I crave the stainOf tears, the aftermark 


Of almost too much love, 
The sweet of bitter bark 


And burning clove.When stiff and sore and scarred 


I take away my hand 
From leaning on it hard 


In grass and sand,The hurt is not enough: 


I long for weight and strength 
To feel the earth as rough 


To all my length.

 

              While the poem was beautiful, Gwen knew he had selected it for that reason. A familiar ache came to Gwen’s heart. Her mind began to race. What could she say to get out of this situation? Tears that remained unshed for years, for him, pricked at her eyes, like the stab of a thousand needles in her optic nerves.

             
“Kody, while I thank you, I cannot accept gifts from a patient.”

             
“I drew this and wrote that for you.”

             
“Yes I understand but…”

             
“I want you to have them.” Kody’s voice came faster he was panicking.

             
“I can’t Kody.”

             
“You don’t like them.”

             
“Kody I’m flattered that you took the time to do that, but no, I think they are too personal for a doctor and patient.”

             
“Fuck that! I fucking love you Gwen.”

             
“Kody stop.”

             
“GWEN DON’T FUCKING SHUT ME OUT.”

             
“Kody that part of our lives is closed, it will not reopen. Thank you but I cannot accept your gifts.”

             
“Fuck you! I spent money to buy the supplies and I fucking did this for you.”

             
“Thank you, but I’m sorry Kody.”

             
He stood up and began pacing; each lap brought him closer and closer to Gwen. She shifted nervously but kept her composure and her hand on the button, just in case Kody tried anything. He had quite a bit of time left for his appointment, and he was quite upset. Gwen knew she had to calm him down. She softened her voice, and spoke to him.

             
“The picture is very beautiful. I wish I could accept it, but I cannot.”

             
Kody looked at her but remained speechless. She continued.

             
“I have to cut our session short if you do not talk to me, I need to know what you’re thinking, and what you’re feeling Kody.”

             
“Shut up.”

             
Gwen was stunned at his audacity to tell her to shut up, she bristled and readied herself for a reply, but Kody started first.

             
“I don’t want to be here any longer, just press the little fucking buzzer and send me back to my cell.”

             
“Are you sure?” Gwen asked, somewhat pleased that he made the decision to go back on his own.

             
“Yes, I don’t want to look at you.” He snatched the papers from Gwen’s hands and tucked them into the waistband of his pants. He sat down on the couch and waited for the officer to collect him.

 

              Torrian heard the buzzer sound; the appointment with Kody was over half an hour early. He opened the door and saw Gwen sitting at her desk, visibly shaken.

             
“You okay Doc?” He said with concern deep in his voice.

             
She nodded, her blue eyes connected with his and he looked at Kody. His gaze didn’t lift or change, there was an air of sorrow around him, he was saddened by something but Torrian didn’t care about Kody’s sadness, especially if he hurt Gwen. Only God would have mercy, and even that was a long shot for the bastard.

             
“Come on McQueen, your cell mate misses you.” Torrian was short; he jerked Kody to his feet, applied the steel handcuffs, and hauled him out of Gwen’s office.

             
They were in the elevator and exiting the building before Torrian spoke again.

             
“So McQueen what did you do to upset her today?”

             
“Fuck you.” Kody spat at him.

             
“No thanks man I have someone else for that.” Torrian smirked and thought of Gwen.

             
“Poor guy.” Kody’s tone was snide as ever.

             
“Wrong again, unlike you I don’t smoke pole.” Torrian almost snarled.

             
“Tranny?” Kody asked.

             
“Far from it. What did you do to Gwen?” Torrian demanded and hiked Kody’s arms up his back, wrenching his shoulder into a painful position.

             
“It’s not what I did to her, it’s what she did to me.” Kody hissed low.

             
Disgust rolled through Torrian’s body. What did Kody mean by that? What did Gwen do to him? They continued in silence, the two both thinking of Gwen and both have haunted looks on their faces. Torrian shoved Kody into the cell he shared with Russel Weaver, they completed the usual dance at the cell, Kody laid down and stared at the ceiling cracks, Torrian walked back up to talk to Gwen about what he had been told.

             
He knocked softly on the door before opening.

             
“Hey baby.” He said apprehensively.

             
Gwen looked up at him, she was crying. Her tear stained face cut him deeply.

             
“What happened?” He crossed the room in three steps.

             
“Nothing.” Gwen lied quickly.

             
“You’re lying.” He caught on quickly.

             
“I just don’t want to get into it here… please? Just not right now.” Gwen’s voice faltered as she lost the fight with one sob.

             
“Baby.” Torrian’s voice was pained because his lover was hurting and he could not help.

             
“Not here, later.” She pushed it off.

             
“Want me to cancel your next appointment? You can pick it up tomorrow, and we can talk about it tonight.” He was eager to get her home.

             
“Please cancel for me. I will fill out the log, I think I need to leave early.”

             
“I’ll handle it for you.” Torrian wanted nothing more than to touch her, but he kept his distance because they did not need a moment of weakness to cause them to be discovered.

             
“Thank you Torrian, I owe you so much.” She sighed heavily.

             
“It’s what I do, now head on home and take a hot bath, I’ll be there when my tour ends.” He smirks because he just bossed her around and it was his get out of trouble ticket.

             
Torrian watched Gwen pack up her bag to go home. He told her to text him when she got there, after a quick peck on the cheek he left her office and watched her leave. When she was clear of the building he went to the warden’s office and let himself in.

             
“You know I am your boss Ford.” Scott laughed at Torrian.

             
“Yeah I know, just wanted to say Gwen is canceling her last appointments for the day and she’s heading home.”

             
“What’s wrong?” The boss looked worried for her.

             
Torrian lied smoothly. “She’s sick, and messy so she’s heading home.”

             
“Shit, should I call in a temp for tomorrow?” Scott leaned forward.

             
“No she’ll probably be back, you know her ass is as stubborn as a mule.” Torrian was serious with this remark even if he loved her he knew the truth.

             
“That it Ford?”

             
“Yes sir.” Torrian sat back in the chair.

             
“Then get the hell out of here, next shift needs prep. I also need you to check your weapons, we might have a surprise inspection soon so we need A-game.”

             
“Got it sir.”

             
“Dismissed.” The warden waved his hand.

             
“Later boss man.” He left without another word to start on his duties. 

             
Torrian hurried through his checklist, he took careful care for his arms but still could not wait to be done with the day. The thought of Gwen in the bathtub made him anxious. He wanted to see that sight, hell his cock twitched at the thought. He shamed his anatomy; she was upset and did not need him trying to get her into bed or against the shower wall. Torrian was waiting by the clock and the instant it was time for him to clock out he did and almost ran to the ferry. He was quite obvious with his impatience.

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