That night, asleep next to her husband, Steven, Anne Marie dreamt, reliving the moments leading up to her arrest. She remembered the touch of Tonya’s skin against her own – soft and sweet and moist with the sweat of passionate lovemaking. She tingled at every remembered embrace and kiss. The scent of Tonya’s hair filled her head and the taste of her sex was on her lips, on her mouth, in her body, and in her soul. Anne Marie hungered for it. She felt a familiar heat grow inside of her. The sudden presence of the Light Patrol breaking down the door of Tonya’s bedroom did not soften the heat. Remembering the feeling of knees in her back and hands on her wrists didn’t stop her from wanting to be touched. The cold metallic confines of the handcuffs made her wet. After she was dragged out of the room and down the stairs, she was in the open, naked for all to see. The force, the menace, the exposure, the eyes, the whispering neighbors –– all the elements of the scene mixed together and overwhelmed her, making her orgasm hard. Her stomach clenched and she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure and passion washed over her. Nothing seemed to stop the onslaught. The patrol stuffed her in the back of the Detention Van with her lover in another cage. Anne Marie threw her head back and screamed until her body was spent and she rested on the cold steel floor of the van.