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There won't be are any problems, the prison wing where you'll be undercover is run by women.
And besides, honestly, even if you still have some self-esteem, you're not so full of yourself to consider yourself that beautiful.
After all, you've turned forty. Thinking that you might be bothered surrounded by women younger than you, at least some of them, seems... absurd.
If that worries him, you'll do it. For him, you'll do it.
Because those simple attentions are the ones that made you fall for him. And you'll keep loving them.
“And b, the floor is a petri dish.”
