"Keller how did you cut the underside of your foot?" She questioned, the first time she'd been in one of the inmates pod. She wiped the blood of his foot carefully and more streamed out covering her hands. She turned to Officer Whitcomb. "I'm fine Officer; this will only take about ten minutes." Whitcomb nodded and stood outside the pod.

"The blade from my razor must have fell out."

She stared up at him skeptically. "I highly doubt that. The gash you have could have only been from you cutting yourself. Bold move to get me down here Keller."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I see why O'Reily likes you so much. Your powers of intuition are so good. And your rack could have something to do with it."

"Hold your tongue Keller, unless you want Officer Whitcomb to stand over your shoulder while I finish."

Keller shook his head no rapidly. "Hell no, I want it to be just me and you. You know, doctors always gave me a hard on. Why'd you become one and not your sister?"

She looked up at him a brief look of distress crossed her face. He bent his face dangerously close to hers. "Don't worry, little ole' O'Reily didn't tell me. I like to find out things on my own. You interested me since our first encounter. Your tart little mouth never ceases to amaze me." She looked down and concentrated on her stitching.

"So Beecher's okay with your new little obsession?" He grinned.

"Beecher can say all he fucking wants. As much as I like to have Beecher's tight little ass bouncing in the air, that's just the animal in me. I'll always long to bury myself into something deep, warm….womanly. Like you."

Lana exhaled, her breath faltering at his words. "Stop Keller." She tried cleaning the blood off quicker which only fed into his attempts to seduce her. He knew she was trying to get away from him.

"Am I getting to you my sweet? You can't tell me you don't know that most of these creeps in here fantasize about you every night. Your walk, the way you smile and greet them at the hospital, your citrus perfume, the outline of your thong in your scrubs when you bend over. It's like a subliminal message of lust. And you pulled me in the first time you said my name and sparred with me word for word. Am I wrong for wanting to make you sore in places you've never been sore before? You laid it out there, now I'm just dreaming about a taste of it." He licked his top lip slowly and caressed her arm.

Lana shot up instantly and yelled "Officer Whitcomb I'm done!"

_

"That sounds like Keller. He's the master of mind games. He certainly has a way with words to make you doubt yourself. He did it to me also. Almost rejected being a nun."

Lana stirred her coffee and prepared to return to the hospital. "After he said all that I thought to myself, am I leading every prisoner in Oz on? And how can I stop? For a moment I was almost attracted to his seductive lunacy." Lana hurried off before Sister Pete could say another word.

_

Ryan kissed his way down Lana's belly, the warm skin beneath his lips fragrant and inviting. A welcome departure from Howell's violent goading and sweaty skin.

He looked up into her face, her eyes closed and on her face a look of pure discovery and satisfaction.

"Does it feel good?"

She nodded and bit her lip her fingertips running over his scalp. He knew his tongue was incredibly skilled and she slithered against the metal table, her body rippling with pleasure. He took her to her peak quickly and her mouth opened in soundless yell. He put his hand over her mouth just in case. She kissed his palm. He rose up, climbing onto the table, his body parallel to hers.

"This is wrong, I feel it already." Guilt spread through her face like a wildfire.

"No, don't think that. Stop. I love you; you've helped Cyril calm down so much. That thing you taught him worked far better than any drugs they've shoved down his throat. Your mere words were more powerful than pills. Don't push me away Lana, don't."

She closed her eyes. "You love Gloria. Not me. You only think you do. I don't know if I can handle all of this…" Her voice trailed off and he kissed her, distracting her.

He untied his pants and positioned himself between her legs. The innocent face she made when while he made love to her only increased the rare warmth he felt in his belly. The only other time he felt it was with Gloria. He felt too conflicted to think about it more so he concentrated on Lana and bringing her pleasure, a first for him.

_

Lana sat in the break room her hands around a cup of tea, watching her reflection on the surface of the hot liquid. "I said what is going on between you two Lana?"

Lana looked up at Dr. Nathan, her concerned face staring her down.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing huh. I think there's something and I think you need to break it off quick before he hurts you-"

"-Like he did you?" Lana finished her sentence and Gloria frowned.

"Yes. Like he did to me. He's incapable of truly giving a shit about anybody but himself."

Lana nodded, a broken smile on her face. "Have you stopped to think that maybe he really does love me the way he's proclaimed to?"

Gloria looked surprised. "He told you he loved you?"

"Yes he did. The problem is…is that he loves both of us. Isn't life strange? And unfair. He'll never get over you and what he feels for you. But he'll never fully submit himself to me because of it."

Lana stood and walked away.