Despite the cold, he seems most grateful when I finally spray with the hose.
It’s the fifth day when I hear the cell door lock click. I rise from my chair to greet Peggy Blakely, accompanied by another woman. She is forty-ish, trim, slightly taller than me at about 5 foot 8 inches, with streaks of gray mingling with otherwise dark short hair. Without a word spoken, her no nonsense air suggests a woman of purpose and authority. I note that Peggy’s manner is to be very polite and respectful.
Two things become immediately apparent as the woman surveys my chamber of concrete and my ten naked charges... the first is that she has not visited a Penance Corporation of America facility before... and the second... the sight of well bound, hooded and naked males does not bring any notable level of
