In A Chair

Emma moved around the desk to one of the chairs. Her Uncle's eyes roamed over her lower half as she sat then made their way up her body, lingering on her breasts.

Emma cleared her throat which made Edward look her in the eye.

"Yes, secrets," he nursed his drink,"I suppose you want to hear about work?"

Emma nodded.

Her Uncle went into a tale about the prison. He told Emma how most of the inmates were actually the mentally ill and not criminals. The state had shut down an asylum years back and the overflow of psych patients had somehow ended up at the prison.

With guards watching the insane instead of doctors, it was only a matter of time before abuses started happening. And because of some of the things he had seen, he tried to keep stories about it from his family. Since he didn't like the place, once he was able to retire, he did.

Edward kept enjoying his drink the whole time he was telling his tale. His eyes kept roaming over Emma's body the whole time too.

Emma was fighting a mixture of revulsion from the tale and the attention, but there was something else too. The way her Uncle kept leering at her without even trying to hide it was also having an affect on her.