He got frustrated with the former school teacher. In the nearly a quarter of a century he had been a prison therapist, Ms. Marlowe was the umpteenth claiming innocence and being misunderstood. In fact, over 90% of all inmates would initially claim they didn’t belong in prison. They did what they did out of love, out of fear, out of money – often lack thereof – out of so many things, but never fully mentally capable. And in the case of the former school teacher, so he had read in the very thick file, it wasn’t just the case of parents accusing her, there were very explicit photographs that proved the guilt of the teacher.<br/><br/>He had sat down, the moment Erica Marlowe had started talking, but he had gotten up again during her small speech. ‘Ms. Marlowe, I am very disappointed in you. It seems you have not listened to my introduction. Anything that is being said in this room, and all here present know this, is private and confidential. If whatever you say inside this room, is being used against you, those inmates will be subject to severe disciplinary actions. However, if you keep it vague, I will never be able to defend you or any of the other inmates. Furthermore, if you keep claiming your innocence, it will be impossible to work on an individual basis’.<br/><br/>He looked at Margaret, the older inmate, ‘Marge, do you remember Jessica Ennis? Ten, maybe twelve years ago? Similar case as Ms. Marlowe here. Remember how she owned her actions and crimes? I heard she’s out on parole’. Miss Ennis was the one exception, but she had connections to people higher up, and while he knew that had a lot to do with her being out, she had indeed owned her situation. Not pulled back, but admitted her wrongdoing.<br/><br/>‘But, Ms. Marlowe’, he changed his attention to the former school teacher again, ‘this will do for now, there are three more newcomers I wish to hear from. For the foreseeable future you will remain in group sessions’. He looked around the room, to see where the other three new inmates were.<b>Molly</b>at the back, on a table,<b>Kelly</b>right in front of him, on a chair. It was a little harder to find the last newcomer,<b>Karin</b>, who sat next to Molly, but he had missed her the first time. The hacker-girl knew how to make herself invisible.<br/><br/>‘Who would like to go next, Molly, you perhaps, or you Karin, or how about you, Kelly? Either of you is fine’.