Letting off some steam

The guard swats my ass before pushing me into my cell and locking it.

I sit back on the hard ground with my wet hair hanging in my face as I try to find some comfort in the cold. Recalling and diving back into memories have proven to be good distractions in times like these, but the only memory I can conjure up at the moment, predominantly, is Ryan's birthday.

A week after my doctor's appointment, I had started planning it, and I can remember and cherish the effort I had to make to get Michael, Ryan's father, to actually agree to stay the whole day at least.

With the promise of a case of premium beers, we had a done deal. And after putting in a good word and a wonderful night, wink wink, Ryan had agreed.