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supervisor here on F Block. We do a rotational shift – some weekends, some nights. I’m sure a couple of weeks in and you’ll get to meet all of the guards. Today there will be you and me, along with Karl and Victor. You might see the guards from the other blocks from time to time, you know, out in the yard and such, but our crew on this block will always be the same. Any questions so far?’
    ‘No, I’m good.’
    ‘Great. You can hang your jacket there on that hook, and that corner locker there is yours. Here’s your belt; locker key’s in the pocket. You’re equipped with a baton, pepper spray, cuffs, a radio and a three cell mag light. Just remember, anything a prisoner can take off you can be used against you. There are no guns inside the wire.’
    ‘Got it,’ I say, taking the heavy belt and strapping it to my waist.
    ‘Let’s take a walk, huh? Get you acquainted with your surroundings. We’ll try and ease you into our routine without too much of a kerfuffle from the inmates, but since you’re a lady, I can’t say they’re going to give you a quiet reception, ya know what I’m saying?’
    Yes. Yes I do. 

#6

    ‘Cowboy! Cowboy! Fire on the line!’
    The chants coming down the row of cells is almost deafening. A bit hard to get some sleep in when my fellow inmates are bellowing out the code for a new guard on deck, and that there are correctional officers in the area.
    After my little clean up last night, I was hoping to catch fifty winks before the lunch service, but their whooping and hollering spikes my interest. We’ve never had such a commotion over a new guard before. Toilets are flushing left, right and center. Even from where I’m lying on my bunk I can see two sets of hands clinging to the front bars of each cell, men trying to get a gawk at who’s heading our way.
    ‘Mmm-mmm.’
    ‘Damn!’
    ‘Jesus, girl, you are —’
    ‘What I wouldn’t give for —’
    ‘Whatchoo talkin’ ‘ bout, boy, there ain’t no way that bitch is gonna look at you!’
    And on and on it goes; men slinging comments about as the two guards get closer to the end of F Block , each cellie drowning out the next. By now I’m out of my bed, just as curious as the other mongrels.
    I don’t know what the fuck w arden Haylock was thinking, but it appears that we’ve got a female visitor. I don’t know if she’s going to be a permanent fixture on our block, but there’s going to be a lot of peacocks about if that’s the case. I stand tight against the right-hand side of the wall, allowing me to see as far as I can down the long row of cells.
    It’s Clarence’s familiar frame, walking with a woman in uniform. Brunette, about five-foot-seven-heavenly-inches of creamy, pale skin. She’s petite, yet the swell of her breasts is kind of hard to miss. They walk, slowly, talking in low voices as they walk along the cells, ignoring the comments being slung at them from the inmates.
    They approach, slowing now that they are getting towards the end of the row. Now that she’s sparked my interest, I hope they’re not going to be a tease and turn around before they get to my cell. I feel like I deserve a look, too.
    Man, she doesn’t disappoint. They come all the way leaving me standing half naked in front of the first woman I’ve seen in three years. Normally they wouldn’t have caught me with my top off in this weather, but I’d just knocked out some push-ups before I was considering taking my nap. And I got hot. But nothing compared to the heat that is suddenly swelling towards my nether regions.
    I think I’d fuck a hessian sack right now, but damn, this woman would be so much better.
    They come to stop in front of my cell; all of my toned abs and pecs on display for them to see. I’m a little gleeful about that. Don’t judge. It’s all I have. Clarence is lively and chatty, while the woman looks bored and disinterested. I’m willing her eyes to look at me, but so far she’s avoided taking a peek. They