Lost Innocence: The Accused. Part One by John Daysh Page A

was
sliding it back when she returned in just the towel. She glided
over to me, her shoulders smooth and her smile naughty.
    I lay back, invited
her to join me and watched as she climbed on the bed and crawled
over to me like a horny cat. She smelt like a strawberry cheesecake
with vanilla cream. She reached over, unbuckled my belt, slid down
my shorts then pulled off my boxers with her teeth. Then losing the
towel to reveal a perfectly made pair and the smoothest of
openings, she took me in her mouth and earned her name.
    Once she felt I was
ready for more, she stopped, slipped a rubber onto ‘Little John,’
lifted her body onto mine and began the most erotic bouncing I’d
ever experienced. She rode me like a horny bride on her honeymoon
and didn’t stop till I was done. She was the first I’d ever paid
for and still the best.”
    He paused for effect
then turned to me. “You don’t talk about women much,
mate.”
    “ I guess I don’t have
so many experiences.”
    “ You must have a
story or two.”
    I cleared my throat
as I thought of something and began. “I was returning home from work one evening and riding an escalator
when I saw the most beautiful girl coming down the other side. She
was wearing a sleek black dress with a silver strip and for the
briefest moment, her eyes met mine. I looked back at her – she was
smiling at me.”
    “ And then what? You
got off, went down to find her, got her number, bought her
dinner?”
    “ No. I was on my way
home.”
    John sat there with a
bemused look. “Is that it?”
    “ That’s how it
happened.”
    “ That’s hardly a
story, mate.”
    “ How old will your
son be now?”
    “… The same years as
I’ve been inside, ten.”
    “ I wonder how he
looks.”
    “ I can only imagine.
It drives me to go on, hoping that one day I’ll meet him and be
back with Nui. You know for the last ten years I’ve tortured myself
for what I did. Agreeing to smuggle heroin was bad enough. I never
wanted to do that in the first place, but disappearing from my
wife’s life when she was heavily pregnant, leaving her as her
father did before; if she never forgives me, I wouldn’t blame her.
When you get out, I want you to go to her and tell her why I did
what I did and ask her to wait for me if she hasn’t met someone
else. I can’t hide anymore, its killing me.”
    “ Are you sure you
want me to tell her that? Why don’t you think about it
first?”
    “ That’s all I’ve been
doing for the last ten years. Just see that she’s all right,
please.”
    I nodded, he went
quiet – I left him alone.
    The heat from the scorching sun bore down on us. John and I
were standing butt-naked by the trough, washing ourselves as others
tried nudging their way in. I was shocked when a short man standing
next to me pulled down his shorts then masturbated onto the floor.
Some of the others laughed, some slapped the back of his
head.
    I waited for John
then followed him to dry out under the sun. He handed me some clean
clothes.
    “ Cheers,” I smiled as
I slipped them on.
    “ Would you like to
meditate?”
    I nodded and joined
him as I did most days. His first instruction was always to sit
cross-legged in the lotus position, with my back completely
straight. This allowed the diaphragm to move freely and therefore
helped breathing. He went into great detail and although I always
tried to take in his words, I often found myself nodding off. This
time was no different. He tapped my hand then went off on one of
his rambles.
    “ Your mind may begin
to wander. It tends to flow towards whatever attracts it. Compose
yourself with determination, resolve and intent. Do not let it drag
you where it wants to. If you meditate daily, soon your inner
strength and mind-power will grow. Meditation is the gateway
through which you pass to the world of freedom.”
    I nodded - we began.
He was a little over-fanatical for my taste, but at least I was
exploring something new. I respected him. He was a wise