The next evening, as he sat on the cot in the conjugal room wearing his mask and waiting for his most recent partner to join him, Hotch thought guiltily about how he had actually enjoyed the previous evening. The woman from Farm #2, with her light brown hair and grey eyes, had proved to be not only witty but also highly intelligent. And, she had been more than willing to tell him about life on the island where she had been born.
"Farm #4 fishes," she told him. "They talk funny but they are really quite nice. They also do carvings and make other things out of wood to be shipped off the island. Farm#2, where I live, grows mostly berries, like grapes and strawberries, as well as some other fruits that we make into jams and jellies. Farm #1 has all kinds of greenhouses where they start plants from seeds. All the other farms on the island get their vegetable plants from them in the spring and they also ship a lot of them off the island."
"Plus, there is a large cotton field in the middle of the island that everyone helps out with," she concluded.
"Do people move between the various farms?" Hotch asked curiously.
"Sometimes," was the reply. "Mostly when they marry someone from another farm or sometimes when there is a personality clash someone gets moved. Also, there are times when someone goes to another farm to help out for a while and then they come back. Five eighty six does that a lot."
As for himself, Hotch felt that he had performed more than adequately, doing his best not to abuse or brutalize the young woman in any way while also making certain that she enjoyed the sexual experience.
"You know, you're kind of like The Professor," the woman told him a short time later as they sat on the cot while he ate his dinner. "He always takes his time and makes sure that the woman he's with feels good. That's how we know when we have been paired with him, even though we're really not supposed to know that."
"The Professor?" Hotch questioned. "And he is – " He let the question hang.
"He's the one who oversees the schools on our farm," the woman filled in. "And, he also works with people from the other farms who need additional education. They come and stay with us while they study with him. I studied with him myself and then we worked together to determine the best way to organize the method our farm uses to make the jams and jellies we send off the island. When she was with us, 586 came up with the new flavor combinations and also suggested changes in the packaging, but he and I figured out how to make it happen."
"This Professor," Hotch was thinking of an old case he and the team had worked. "He wasn't born on the island, was he?"
"I don't think so," the woman replied. "But I can't say for sure."
"Now," she blinked her grey eyes innocently at Hotch. "The Professor really likes it when I –" She bent her head down close to his groin and he could feel her warm tongue as it began to leisurely lap his genitals and then, as her mouth slowly enveloped them –
"AH – H – H -," Hotch couldn't stop the moan as he raised his hip, thrusting deep into her mouth.
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"And that," Hotch thought glumly as he again shifted on the cot and glanced at the woman lying next to him, "Was how he had ended up in this rather questionable situation. Where was his team and when would they rescue him? How long had he been here? It had been early spring when he was abducted and now he had the impression it was fall. Were they even still looking for him? And, as for Jack and Jessica and Henry – He just had to believe that they were safe."