Tim was up before his alarm, staring at his ceiling and thinking about Lucy. Thank goodness visiting day was finally here. He didn't know if he could have gone any longer before he saw her. He pulled on his dirtbag clothes and headed out the door. He drove to the jail in silence, thinking only about seeing her. He hoped that she wouldn't be hurt this time and that she had good information. Maybe she would have enough to end this undercover assignment, and they would finally be able to figure out what they meant to each other in real life.

He got to the jail and waited impatiently in line to go through the security line for visitors. The guard, who knew they were undercover, gave him a slight nod and then led him back to the side of the room and a semi-secluded table.

A few minutes later, with his eyes pinned on the door, Tim saw Lucy being led through.

Her steps quickened as she approached the table. The moment he saw her, he was on his feet and moving towards her.

Their bodies collided, arms wrapped around each other, and lips pressed against each other hungrily.

The guard cleared his throat loudly next to them, and they reluctantly broke apart.

Tim sat down, breathless. "You're looking better than last time, baby girl," he growled in his Sammy voice.

Lucy smiled playfully, "I always want to look good for you, baby. I can't have you forgetting about me in here.

Tim's eyes darkened, and he reached across the table to take her hand. "That will never happen."

Lucy looked down and took a deep breath before switching gears. "Like I said in my letters, I've been spending lots of time with my new friends. I've learned all sorts of things from them."

"What kind of things have they been teaching you?"

Lucy leaned closer. From the outside, it looked like she was whispering sweet nothings, but she said quietly, "I learned that they have a friend named Tony who works in the kitchen. And he passes their orders on to the people who work for them outside the kitchen. He's also good at getting them things they might need in here."

Tim turned his head towards hers, brushing a quick kiss over her lips before murmuring, "We'll have to keep an eye on this Tony person."

The guard near them raised an eyebrow and indicated they were too close to each other, so they both pulled back.

"Before you have to go," Lucy leaned forward, her voice a low purr, "I forgot to tell you...the warden said I've earned a conjugal visit."

Tim's mouth went dry, and he heard a ringing in his ears.

"Um...I...um..."

"You okay there, Sammy? Cat got your tongue?" Tim made an effort to snap his jaw closed.

"I thought it would be a good time for us to...talk...." Lucy said seriously, still with a suggestive twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah...talk...um..." Tim tried to recall how to behave with even a hint of professionalism. "Okay, when are we doing that?"

"Same time next week. I'll see you out in the trailers. I'm looking forward to it...Daddy."

The guard blew his whistle to let them know visiting time was over. Tim and Lucy stood up, and she walked up to him, pressing herself into him, and snaked her arms around his neck. "I can't wait for next week," she whispered in his ear. Before he could respond, she kissed him; her lips opened under his. When she pulled away and walked through the door, Tim could only stand there, stunned. Next week couldn't come soon enough.