Jace flopped over so that he was lying on his stomach.  "Well shit." he exclaimed.  'Fucking twitch was smarter than he looked.'  He sighed to himself.<br/><br/>The older man slid from his bunk to walk over toward the the cell bars.  Lighting a cigarette, he took a stick of tobacco off his tongue before taking a long inhale.  He held the smoke deep in his lungs.  "Ya know Twitch, I love to smoke.  I love everything about it.  I love how the menthol both sooths and burns when I inhale.  I love how the smoke feels as it curls across my tongue and how it hits the back of my throat.  I love how I feel that slight bit of suffocation as I hold onto the smoke for as long as I can; I even love cigarette breath."  His voice was strained at the end as he struggled to hold in the smoke that came wafting out through his nose and mouth as he finally exhaled.<br/><br/>After two more quick puffs, the cherry of the smoke was bright red.  He looked at the redness as though it were the most beautiful color in the world, then with a shrug, put out the cigarette on his inner arm.  Before flicking the cigarette into the toilet and flushing it away.   White round scars nestled along gradual shades of pink and red ones along the inside of both his arms.   "I really need to find an ashtray."  He mumbled before turning towards the other man.<br/><br/>"Well Twitch, I dunno.  I guess I could put the word out that you aren't to be touched.  That will keep you safe.  But, I have a feeling you don't necessarily want to be that safe.  So, you tell me.  You want someone taking you like you're their bitch, I won't stop 'em."  He walked over to the bunks, slinging his hand's over the railing, he leaned down toward the other man, waiting for his answer.  "Is a good, hard ride with a little bit of spurs something you like kid?"  He felt his penis twitch at the mental image he'd just painted, though he suppressed the desire.