Allison.
I was in the exercise yard when a guard I'd f*cked approached me. Maybe he'd come with more cigarettes for me to trade. I sat on a bench with my new little posse around me. I'd managed to become something of prison royalty while I'd been here. It was a hard-won climb up the ladder, but it was worth it. Prison could be fairly comfortable for those who knew how to work the system.
“Valentino," the guard, Max, said. “You have a visitor."
“Must be my lawyer," I sighed to my girls. “Fat lot of good he's doing me. I'll see you later."
I got up and walked with Max, whose name was really false advertising for his asset. He was the most “minimum" man I'd ever had the misfortune to sleep with.
“I've got more cigs for you. Think you can skip out on your work detail today? I'll make you
