Chapter Eighteen
Delila was collared and transported for her second conjugal visit, remanded this time into the hands of a stiff prison matron. The hefty woman smelled of contraband spirits and smoke, likely because the entire trip she puffed on rolled weeds and drank from a bottle she kept slung against her hip. Delila wondered how the woman got away with the crime. Midway through the journey, when the train stopped for six hours of repairs, the belligerent woman spent two hours eyeing Delila before she finally took her in the toilet at the station.
“You ever get a woman off?” she asked the prisoner.
“No,” Delila lied.
“Then you can learn,” the matron replied. Her heavy hands pushed Delila to the floor between her legs. The woman raised her skirt, leaned back against the tiled wall an
