Mia lay beside Dave and tried to get things straight in her head.<br/><br/>"I wish I'd never started with this guy. He'd been doing a fine job protecting me. I felt safe having him around and it was reassuring to know that he'd not noticed anyone following me. And then ... then I just couldn't resist wondering why he hadn't tried it on with me, like most guys usually do. I was sure he wasn't gay. You get to recognise those on the club circuit. And how I've got a guy on my hands who either can't get hard and can't cum if he does. And for some unknown reason I feel responsible. Not responsible as in the person to blame for him being in this state, but responsible as in being the person to get him functioning again. At least we now know he's not physically defective. He gets hard like any regular guy first thing in the morning. But he still can't cum, so there's got to be come psychological hang up there. And what do I know about psychology? Nothing, that's what. So why the hell am I asking him to tell me about his experiences."<br/><br/>But understand it or not the words had just popped and it looked like she was about to hear the sordid details of what life was like in prison for a rapist. And one thing was for sure. What it was like, he's deserved it and worse.