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As many times as I had fucked her in that cabin while she was there, I never did take her in the ass.  Other than that single comment when I had been on top of her, I hadn’t thought about it much.  I would have taken her any way she was willing, but unlike any other woman I had ever been with, my cock’s focus was all on her pussy.
    Reaching up to my head, I grabbed the thin pillow and pulled it to my chest. It smelled like cheap detergent with a hint of bleach, but I tried to ignore the burning in my nose as I pressed my cheek to the pillow.  I wanted to recreate the feeling I had when I woke up that morning with my head on Lia’s stomach and her hand running through my hair.  I closed my eyes briefly and immediately felt consciousness trying to leave me.
    “ Not yet,” I whispered into the empty room.  “Need to have her in my head first.”
    Maybe I’d dream of her if I did.   It was possible, wasn’t it?  All the dreams started again shortly after I came back from that cabin, so shouldn’t I be able to conjure up a dream of her?
    “ Please?”
    I thought about the feeling of her skin under my hands and the way she smelled the next day —like she’d had me in her all night, which she had.  I remembered the sound of her panting breaths and low moans as I first entered her body.  I could still taste her tongue in my mouth after she’d borrowed my toothbrush in the morning.
    I tried to fill my mind with thoughts of her sad smile as she glanced over her shoulder and walked up the steps of the bus.  She didn’t want me to drive her to her mother’s house, and I couldn’t have left my post long enough to do so anyway.
    She’d just been a girl, lost in the desert.
    She should have meant nothing to me.
    When I returned to Chicago, I had tried to forget everything—especially the lost girl I had taken to my bed and held far too closely in my mind.  I kept myself occupied with my work and with a whore, but I knew that I had actually lost myself in that cabin as well—lost myself in her eyes as well as between her thighs.  That loss was what drove me over the edge and brought me to this tiny bed in a tiny cell, just as Lia had been brought to my small bed in a one-room cabin.
    I couldn’t hold sleep off any longer , and even though I knew my chances of success were nil, I continued to try to fight it.
    I lost.
    The dreams came.
    I woke up screaming.
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    “ You got a call-out, Arden.”
    The words flowed around in my head, but I didn’t find them very interesting.  I was far more focused on trying to hold on to the memory of soft, dark hair through my fingers and the way my soul seemed to relax into Lia as I lay my head against her stomach.
    “ Come on, Arden—scheduled appointment.”
    I didn’t remember having one, but at some point a couple of the guards and the unit manager came in and dragged me down to one of the private visiting rooms.  The handcuffs around my wrists were checked, and then the other end secured me to the arms of a chair.  I lifted my hands slightly, but they weren’t able to move far.
    I pressed against the floor with the balls of my feet and tried to keep the panic at bay as the metal lay across my wrists, but the movement wasn’t distracting enough.  I frantically tried to think of something to keep my mind off the restraints.  I tried to think about what I would do if there was an itch on my nose.  I thought about the last soccer game I had watched and wondered if I would be able to watch any of this season’s games from inside.  I wondered what Lia was doing right at the moment and if Odin liked staying with her.  I was sure he did and was comforted by the idea that he would like living with Lia.
    A few minutes after I was placed in the chair, Rinaldo Moretti walked into the room with a tall, lanky guy in a suit behind him.  The look in my boss’s eyes was stern and closed—nearly unreadable, except I knew exactly what he was thinking.  I was supposed