104 Regina, Paul and Vulture

Regina awakened to the sound of her cell. It rings, the sound dulled by sheets and pillows, and it took her a moment to place her surroundings, to identify the ring. She groped through the bed and answered the call, the conversation was short, and ended with a goodbye.

She rolled back over, in her room filled with darkness, and waited for sleep to come. Minutes ticked and she only grew more and more awake as frustration grew with each passing moment. Finally, her hands started itching and her legs squirming.

Regina closed her eyes and let her fingers move, traveling lightly over her body those fingers slipped under her boxer shorts, the cotton band yielded easily to her hand, her fingers slid along the thin strip of hair, moving more downwards, her legs automatically started spreading, knees bent, and her body quivered as she gently ran her digits lightly, so lightly, over the lips of her sex.