Just as promised, Zane was gifted his freedom that next morning as Candace had informed him. Being given his belongings and told to "behave" by a cheeky officer, Zane exited the prison and ventured to the outside. Three months of staring upon vapid walls with the exception of one hour recreational time, Zane took in the fresh scent of the air around him. Small details such as the smell of McDonalds and the sight of everyday life he had missed had suddenly reminded him of life itself. But of all of these sights, nothing had been more welcoming than the sight of Candace. Her voluptuous frame was encased within a tight denim pencil skirt that ceased just past her knees and a white camisole tucked beneath the fabric of her bottoms to appear classy yet relaxed. Her honey-colored locks were set
