Letters from the Inside

10 Mar. 74

10 Mar. 74

J.

You’ll find out what I’ve got planned for Gregson, if you haven’t already. He should’ve thought about what he was doing when he transferred me. He knew we were together. What we were doing. He was just being a prick and now he’s going to pay. But don’t worry, babe. I’m keeping right out of it. I called in a couple of favours and threw in a few packets of smokes to sweeten the deal. I plan to get out exactly when they say I can get out. I want to be with you more than anything.

As for Lanky. I agree with you. I don’t think he’s reading anything. Don’t think he knows how. Hahaha. I told him what would happen if I even suspected he was reading our letters. I reckon he can be trusted.

Kids like that Byrnes bloke you’ve got in with you either learn fast or go down. He doesn’t sound like your sort so that makes me feel better. I know you wouldn’t do anything, but sometimes my mind can really mess me around. It would kill me if I found out you were fooling around with anyone else. You’re so much in my head and in my heart.

Remember I told you about my cellmate, Henderson? Well, he made a move on me last night. McDonald was already in bed. I was getting undressed and Henderson reached down and grabbed my c**k. He wrapped his other arm around me and asked me to f**k him. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away before his lips got anywhere near mine. I told him if he tried anything like that again, he’d end up in the infirmary. Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance. Not least because he’s hung like a f*****g field mouse. After lights-out I took advantage of McDonald’s nightly party-for-one to have one of my own. I was thinking about the last time we were together and I blew almost straight away.

G.