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bedroom, which was the ‘put it down room’ as Renz called it, had a color scheme like the scene in belly where everything glowed in the dark. Two solid gold stripper poles were in the middle of the floor, mirrors surrounded the entire room. Lastly there was a queen sized heart shaped bed, that had hands and feet bondages connected. 
    Terrell continued to smoke the blunt, as Renz continued talking to who Terrell assumed was a woman by the way Renz was talking. “So baby boy, any leads on who fucking up in the camp?” Renz asked as soon as he disconnected his ass.
    “Nah not at all” Terrell said as he handed the blunt to Renz.
    “Well baby boy, I know who it is and I don’t think you gonna like it.” Renz said as he puffed the blunt “I was adding some shit up, and checking some things out and I hate to break it to you, but” Renz took a deep breath and inhaled the smoke before continuing. “Old School got them sticky fingers” he said as he blew out the smoke and shook his head because it was hard for him to give that information.
    The look Terrell wore wasn’t anger, pissed or pain, it was simply blank and Renz couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Terrell’s jaw was tightening by the second, but even though he was beyond mad, something about the revelation of Old school stealing from him, just didn’t sit right with him. ‘ Could Old School really fucking steal from me, after all the shit we have been through?’ Terrell thought as he sat there with his jaw still tightening.
    “So how we gonna handle this shit?” Renz asked as if it meant nothing, that a guy they have been friends with for years, a guy they left the game with wasn’t just revealed as the thief in the camp.
    “You sure it’s Old School?” Terrell asked in utter disbelief
    “Da hell? Hell yea I’m sure” Renz said sounding insulted. So how we gonna handle this shit?” He asked again, ignoring the confused look on Terrell’s face.
    “This shit will be handled, I just gotta figure some shit out” Terrell said still unable to process the news he just received. He sat there as he continued to smoke the blunt, he could see Renz out the corner of his eye, and for the first time in their entire friendship he hopped he was lying.
    Terrell sat there letting the smoke fill his lungs, as he thought about the first time he met Old School ‘Terrell was 15 years old and was just tried and sentenced as an adult to six years in Virginia’s penitentiary, for a felony gun charge, two drug charges, and a few misdemeanor. Terrell had actually gotten off pretty good, only have to do six because he was facing thirty, but he had an amazing lawyer who just so happen to make shit disappear.
    Terrell rode with his hands and feet shackled as a bus with him and other inmates headed to Nottoway Correctional Facility, as the bus came to a screeching halt, and on stepped two correctional officers (CO). “Listen up fella’s my name is officer Simms, and this is officer Butler, this is how this is going to work, we will escort you off this bus take you each to a room, strip you down to a full search, cavity and all.” Officer Simms said with a smile that was disturbing and then he continued, “once the search is complete you will be wearing a state jumpsuit, that you must wear at all times. You will also be issued a state number that is how you will be recognized, so at this point to us you no longer have a name only a number, now let’s move” he said as he stepped off the bus waiting for all the inmates to step off the bus.
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    Terrell calmly walked in a single file line behind the other inmates as they were all being assigned to a cell. He had heard all the horror stories about prison plus he had seen ‘Lockdown’ one to many times to know how it goes. As he was roughly pushed inside his cell Terrell balled his fist ready for a fight, but was surprised when he saw a man whom looked to be in his early forty’s on his knees praying. “Da fuck?”