Rick pays Beth a visit in the morning.

Sitting on his chair, Rick can't remember the last time he felt... so much. Every meeting with Beth was as if he was coming closer and closer to his personal nirvana. He can't remember cumming this intensely ever since him and Lori were teenagers. - "And even then... " - His mind wanders, picturing the endless strings of cum he had just gifted Beth with, literally managing to cover the girl from belly to hair. - "I wonder what she's gonna do with that..." - He pauses for a second, laughing at Beth's alternatives in a waterless prison. But despite all that, Rick honestly can't remember the last time he felt so... relaxed. That was Beth's plan all along, to get him to loosen up a little and recharge at the prison. And boy was she succeeding at it. Several minutes after his orgasm and watching Beth leave, his dick was still at half-mast to his own surprise. Not nearly as dirty as the day before, he snakes his way from the chair to his bed, lying down naked. With an alarming serenity, Rick sets his alarm-watch with a plan in mind and tries to get some sleep, forgetting to pull his cell curtain.

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The annoying beep wakes him up at the same time as before, 6:15 in the morning. The sun is meticulously beaming through one of the small grated windows right onto his face. With his eyes still sensitive, Rick sits up, finally realizing he had shown off his naked self to anyone who passed by as he slept. Sliding out of bed, he yawns lazily and pulls the curtain shut. He starts to gather his clothes and in about a minute minute he's ready to go. Today he doesn't need to worry, everyone is staying inside and he's not meeting with anyone just yet. After putting his boots on, Rick leaves his cell to find an empty prison, not even Carol was up, which is exactly what he intended. He moves across the lunch room and through the kitchen to reach the patio, where all the laundry is done. There, he looks at all the hanging clotheslines and starts to examine each one of them. It takes him about a minute before he spots his briefs, now much whiter and fully dried. Picking them up, Ricks wonders how long it must have taken Beth to clean them that well. He knows it was her. - "She would've never handed those over to anyone else... not in the state they were in." - You couldn't actually see any stains anymore. - "Impressive... too bad about the accident, though..." - With a cynical look, Rick drops the pair right onto the dirty water barrel underneath the clothesline. - "Who could have known the wind was gonna be this strong during the night?" - Hastily, Rick makes his way back inside the prison.

Repeating himself, he tiptoes to the upper floor, treading carefully on the metal steps. He gets up and looks for any signs of activity, but there is nothing to be seen or heard, so he goes to Beth's Cell and takes a quick look inside. Just like dejà vú, Beth is sound asleep with her panties bunched up. This time, her tank top has also slid upwards, making her look so extremely sexy like that. Smiling, Rick doesn't even bother calling out her name and simply pulls her curtain just enough for him to get in. The first thing he sees other than Beth's ass is a small white towel on top of her desk. Picking it up, the hardened cloth leaves no doubt. - "So this is what Beth's used to clean herself..." - He smiles, placing it back down and turning to her. By the bedside, he kneels to better inspect the slender body at his mercy in front of him.

Curious, he begins by taking a look at Beth's hair. - "With that little towel... I'm pretty sure she couldn't have gotten far..." - He smirks, leaning closer. As suspected, Beth's hair is a pretty mess. Many of his cumshots are still visible in there and the ones that aren't have just created a sort of rough patch on it, probably from being rubbed with the towel. To her advantage was the fact that she was a light blond, so there wasn't much "extra color" visible. The patches could easily pass as sweat patches on a warm day. Proud of his "handiwork", Rick smiles and takes a peek at Beth's face. - "Hmm, it actually doesn't even look like she... or that I..." - He thinks, impressed by how well she cleaned her face after the monstrosity that was her facial. Beth's back is turned to him, so Rick continues traveling down, now examining Beth's uncovered belly. He notices how the "prison diet" has taken its toll on her and how he can easily see most of Beth's ribs as she's lying down. The funny thing is that the weight loss hasn't removed Beth's shapes whatsoever. If anything, it might have even enhanced them, since Beth is naturally skinny. Rick dares attempt a peek at her boobs but, although her tank top slid upwards, it didn't go far enough to uncover the tiny mounds. Disappointed, his eyes continue to follow her exquisite shapes and he reaches her ass, definitely Beth's best feature and most exposed part. Beth's ass is almost hanging out of her bed and, almost licking his lips, Rick sits down to stare at it. - "So damn hot in those panties..." - He drools at the beautiful sight of her pale, inviting butt. Coming just inches from it, Rick tries to inhale some of Beth's perfume but, as he comes closer, Beth suddenly moves to lie on her back. Rick didn't foresee that and as she turns, Beth's hand brushes against his face for a second. It's not much, but it's enough for her to open her eyes slightly.

Freaking out, Rick says the first thing that comes to mind. - "Hey, Beth, good morning sleepy-head." - He pretends to greet her for the first time, as if his eyes hadn't been greeting every inch of her body just seconds prior.

"Rick?!" - She asks scared and rubbing her hands on her eyes. - "Is everything ok?!"

"Hey, yea, yea, don't worry. Everything's fine."

"Morning, then... why are you on the floor?" - She hits him with a hard question.

Thinking fast, Rick replies with the best answer he could come up with. - "Oh, yea, well... I didn't want to risk being seen, you know?" - Still half-dazed, Beth is trying to wake up and pays not much attention to his reply. Rick kneels up and continues to talk to her. - "Sorry to barge in like this it's just... I had to ask you..."

"Ask...? Ask me what?" - She asks, now seated.

"About my... briefs... you never gave 'em back..."

Clenching her teeth, Beth mumbles - "Oh... shit. I completely forgot..."

"It's ok... it's alright, Beth. Do you think you could go get 'em for me, though? I would go myself but... well, guys sometimes... they wake up like... this." - Rick looks down at his crotch, cleverly finding a way to explain the hard-on he just got by staring at her.

"Oh... right... yea." - Beth tries to play it cool. -"Gimme a second to get dressed and I'll pick them up for you, ok?" - Pulling her top down and untucking her panties from her butt, Beth only then realizes just how exposed she was.

"Yea, of course, take your time. Is it ok if I stay in here, though? I mean... I wouldn't want anyone to..."

"Sure." - She lies with a fake smile. Beth had a whole morning ritual of stretching, washing her face and praying, which was ruined by Rick the moment he walked into her cell like that. But what could she do now? He was already there. - "Could you pass me my pullover?" - Shes asks, pointing at it. Ricks looks around, but misses it, looking confused. - "There, under the towel?" - Upon setting eyes on it again, Rick remembers something else in his mind. He picks it up and hands it to Beth.

"Oh, and Beth? About last night, I... I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me..."

"It's fine. It happened, we both lived, right?" - She says, laughing a bit uncomfortably.

"Right, we did. I'm sorry, though, that's now how I wanted things to..."

"It's fine, Rick. It was... I think we both..."

"Yea..."

An awkward silence is struck and Beth takes the opportunity to slide into her pants and exit her cell in relief. She heads down to the patio and looks for his briefs. She knew exactly where they were, but she can't see them anymore. Getting closer to the spot, she sees Rick's briefs floating in the water barrel.

"No... no, no!" - She yells, running to grab them, as if that would make any difference at that point. Almost crying, Beth is devastated, she had promised him clean briefs the day before. - "Not only did I forget to bring 'em back but I also messed this up..." - She thinks, tearing up because of "her" short-comings. - "They were in the dirty water all night..." - She mistakenly thinks. - "Now they need cleaning again... god damn it." - Like she's dragging chains, Beth heads back to the prison and then to her cell. As if she just came from a funeral, she tries to explain to Rick.

"Rick... I don't know what to tell you..." - Beth mutters, frowning.

"What do you mean? Did you get 'em?"

"Your briefs, they... they're dirty."

"What? But I thought you..."

"I did... I did... yesterday. Then I hung them to dry but... I must've messed something up... I found them on the water tank... they must've fallen during the night... I don't know what to say, Rick... I'm sorry..." - His plan had worked, he had managed to make Beth take the blame for the "accident". Now all she had to do was offer to... "compensate" him for his troubles... - "I can wash them today... maybe at night they'll..."

"Beth, look, accidents happen. You couldn't have known, I'll get 'em tomorrow... it's fine." - He calmed her down and readjusted his hard-on making sure she would see it. - "I'll just... I'll just head back down now... thank you anyway." - As he starts to leave, limping a bit, Beth doesn't know what to do with herself. Bursting with guilt, she tries to appease her mind.

"Rick, wait. Are you gonna...?" - She inquires, looking down at his crotch. - "You know..."

Trying to hide a smirk, Rick confirms what Beth fears. - "Well, I kinda have to now. I mean... how else am I supposed to do garden work with the others?"

Looking down at her feet and without making eye-contact, Beth offers. - "Maybe I can... massage you? Would that help?"

"Thanks, darling." - He says, caressing her cheek. - "But I'm still very relaxed from last night... and a massage is not... exactly what I need right now. Don't worry about it, I'm not mad. Why don't you go take a shower while we still have water?" - He continues, grabbing a piece of cummed hair and showing it to Beth. - "It looks like you could use one..." - He jokes. With laughs from both sides, Beth thinks about her options. What should she do now?