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As our daughter left for college last year, we sold our house and moved into a spacious condo closer to my husband's work as an attorney. We had a loft where I put my office and the "attic" was over the garage. On this day I vowed to myself as hubby was out of town for the week, that I would separate and remove all the unnecessary from the over the garage space. In my grubby shorts I attacked the task. My husband and I are workout freaks and keep in great shape for his 45 year old and my 40 year old bodies. I tied up my dark hair and wearing only baggy shorts and tank top went to remove our unneeded stuff. At some point I came across a box labeled "Ron" (my husband name) Not thinking, I just sliced open the box and found papers that showed he had been incarcerated as a juvenile. I already knew that but it was all juvenile so didn't stop him from being the successful lawyer that he is. As I had been a paralegal when I met him, I knew what the documents entailed which was that he was adjudicated as delinquent and been sent to an institution when he was 16 and sentenced to 18 months in a facility. Reading on, I found that he had been charged as a "runaway" and further grand theft auto. Wow. Didn't know. As a juvenile, it didn't deter his law degree and subsequent admission to the bar where he now was a successful criminal attorney that afforded us our lifestyle. Below the documents I found a hand written journal that he had written during that time. It started with his incarceration in a prison like juvenile facility. I read his words and my tears started. At 16 years old he was sent to a "camp" and while awaiting trial he had contracted something called "valley fever" unique to the southwest. Although 5'9 inches he weighed less that 120 POUNDS! Hard to imagine my muscular 5'9" husband at 180# at 120#! The journal went on that he was eventually assigned to the laundry for work, after daily classes, and over the next three months was attacked by a number of gangs all of which called him the "pretty boy". After ending up in the infirmary a number of times, the last with a dislocated shoulder, (which make me cry) an old trustee told him that if he wanted to LIVE, he needed help. As he was frail at 120# and "pretty" he was going to die before the gangs let him get away with not being a jailhouse "bitch". The Trustee told him he needed to friend the leader of the "muscle white group" which was an inmate named Reggie. He was over 18 years old but would be incarcerated until he was 21 and he had a "crew" and was feared by many. What made no sense was that he had been fighting to keep my mouth and ass out of the gangs (black) and had almost died but now it was clear that he said in the journal, "I just want to live".

My husband Ron wrote, "when I returned to work in the laundry, Sylvester the huge leader of the gangs, laughed and said to me, 'glad you're back so we can do you'. Ron then wrote in his journal, "whatever I had to do, I wanted to just LIVE and not be r*ped or killed by the thugs".

Reading on in my husband's journal, he wrote; "I finally went to the infamous Reggie's cell. He had 2 very large muscle guys in his cell and I asked to speak with him. 'Yeah, what?' Stammering I could only say, 'I want to be your friend'. With that Reggie stood and it was clear that he worked out and was huge compared to my emaciated frame. With a nod, his two guys left and he stood and said, "prove it". Standing like an idiot until he grabbed my head and shoved me to my knees saying, "you have ten minutes before lights out so suck!" With that he pulled out his cock and jammed it into my mouth. As I choked and slobbered, he finally gushed into my mouth, which was more than I could swallow, and pushed me away with a kick to my ass to get out and said, "you better do better next time".

Reading this about my husband I noticed my sweat falling on the notebook pages, and horrified, I found my hand imbedded in my crotch and about to have a screaming orgasm! I couldn't wait to see the rest of the journal!

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