Special Victims Unit/Epilogue
Epilogue
The prison guard did not even interrupt the blowjob she was giving an inmate as she pressed the button to open the door to the extra security area and waved Carola through. The door closed behind her, a second door opened, and there was Clemens. Looking happy to see her, as on every visit.
“How are you doing, my love?”
“I am fine. Missing the kids. Will they visit this Saturday again?”
“Yes, of course. I'll bring them. And I'll be here every day.”
“Yes. I know. That makes me happy.”
“Are they treating you well? Nobody is abusive? You get enough sex?”
“Yes, all that. But what matters most to me is that I get to talk to you each day now.”
Carola sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye.
“So that's why you did it, right? To get my attention?”
“Yes. I told you before. We never talked anymore. We had sex with each other, we had sex with the children, we had sex with the neighbors and others, but we never just made time to … to be there for each other. In fact, here in prison, I get more attention from you than …”
“But did you really have to go that far, my love? Was there no other way?”
“Be honest. I've tried. I've failed. You didn't get it when I asked. And your work … I knew what I signed up for when we married, I knew it would be that way. But I underestimated it. I thought I could handle it. I couldn't. Not when I needed your attention, and only got sex until you got called away again.”
Ten minutes later, the visiting time was over. Clemens returned to his cell and Carola left the high security area. The inmate was now balls deep in the ass of the prison guard, who at the same time was being licked by another inmate. Carola just waved as she walked past them.
Outside, the sun was shining. The park near the prison was busy. A school teacher had decided to take her class to the park for practical sex ed, and many park visitors of all ages were glad to help out.
As Carola carefully stepped over all the copulating couples, she turned her head and looked back to the prison, where she knew her husband would be for at least two more years. Then she looked around and sighed.
“Is this really the great new world we want this to be? Or have we lost something important along the way?” she wondered.
A ten-year-old girl exclaimed her joy as a man aged at least sixty emptied his balls deep inside her clenching young cunny. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.
“Or is it just me?” Carola asked herself, as she entered a cab and set the course for home.
THE END
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