Cecil Stedman

"You know how it is, I have to go. We have to go."

Cecil reluctantly gets out of bed. It's difficult to maintain a professional relationship with him when, as Warden, he should have fired him long ago. But he can't. He can't resist his attractive face.

"I made a reservation at that... Chinese restaurant you like."

A cigarette dangles between her lips as she gazes at him. His body next to hers justifies her staying at GOG, his warmth. His love.