Chapter 2Tonya knew that every released prisoner dreamt of three things in the free world: food, s*x, and the good stuff.
The first two were obvious, but did have subtle variations. As she laid in bed most nights, she dreamt of her first meal on the outside, usually landing on some derivation of eggs and pancakes, or steak and eggs. In the mornings, when her hands were still cool before she slid them between her legs, she’d conjure the most beautiful woman who would be waiting for her on the outside. Tall, dark, and usually with curls that had a hint of gold in them like that officer’s did.
The good stuff, though…that changed. It was the true variable in everyone’s matrix of desire, because so much of it came down to the date and time you were released. Maybe you’d be dropped in the midd
