Letters from the Inside

17 Mar. 74

17 Mar. 74

J.

Hi, babe. Thanks for your letter. Made my day. Couldn’t stop thinking about what you said about the first time we met. I did notice your hard-on, actually. And you know, I definitely wasn’t into blokes before I met you. You really confused me, as a matter of fact. Really f****d with my head for a while. I put it down to being too long on the inside. You walked in looking so young and fresh. I’d like to say innocent, but you definitely didn’t look innocent. You had the most beautiful eyes. Dark and mysterious. Your body was so slim and toned, almost feminine. Maybe that was it. I could see your n*****s through your shirt, too. How’s that for good eyesight? I reckon I must have had a hard-on, too.

But you didn’t have me hook, line, and sinker yet. I was just kind of curious at that stage. It wasn’t until I saw you in the showers. You were washing and something about the way you were soaping yourself was very sensual. I can’t remember details now, but you got me hard. Surprised myself. Never thought I’d fall for a bloke. I couldn’t get that image of you with water and suds running down your naked body out of my mind for days, and I made sure I was always near you when we took our showers. Can you remember the first time we kissed? I can, but I want you to tell me about it. Put in as much detail as you can. You know why.

Thanks for telling me about Gregson. Have they found out who did it yet? I doubt they will. I got the best. Hope the bastard rots. He didn’t have to move me here. He knows damned well what goes on in the cells after lights-out. Probably wasn’t getting any at home. Jealous, that’s all. Now that he’s out of the way, I asked Officer Stevens if I could be moved back to A Block and he said he’d ask. Haven’t heard anything back yet. Probably won’t even bother. Give me a couple of weeks and I’ll ask to see the governor about it. Might not be able to share a cell with you when I get back, but at least we can be together some of the time.

I’ve heard about the Easter movie. Looking forward to it. Have to work out how we can sit together. Was having delusions of sneaking out somewhere with you, but you know there’s two chances of that happening with all the screws there—none and f**k all. Still, be nice to sit next to you. Somewhere near the back row, but not in the back row. If the screws see us holding hands or anything, they’ll move us.

Oh, nearly forgot to tell you. Henderson laid into McDonald last night. Got sick of the squeaking springs on his bed during his nightly wank-a-thon. Henderson told him to shut up. McDonald said, “Make me.” So Henderson got up and did. Hahaha. He’ll have to whack off in the toilets now. Be a nice change to fall asleep without the sound of Henderson going like the clappers over in the corner.

G.