Poe Hunter walked into Litchfield Prison, well was escorted in in handcuffs, after a dare turned into a charge for Grand Theft Auto. She took a deep breath as she was guided in through the doors by her fellow prisoner driver, Morello. She learned quickly that everyone here went by last names.

"Alright, Honey," Morello said, in a cheery tone, "I'll take you by your temporary room first and then you can go meet your counselor."

Hunter simply nodded as she followed this bright eyed woman down the hall. She looked around at all the women eyeing her aas she passed them. 'What had she done?' she thought to herself as she felt like she was suffocating.

"This is your room for now and those are your roommates," Morella explained, introducing the ladies, one of which Hunter recognized, "Here's your toothbrush and your soap. Set your things down and then I can take you to your counselor."

Hunter nodded, making quick eye contact with Chapman, as she set down her things on the empty bottom bunk in the corner and then turned back to Morello, "I'm ready," she said softly.

Morello smiled wide as she guided Hunter further through the prison before knocking on an office door.

"Come in," the girls heard a male voice on the other side.

Morello opened the door, entering first. Hunter followed her in and saw the officer sitting behind his desk.

"Mr. Healy, this is Hunter," Morello introduced the newbie.

Mr. Healy nodded, "Thank you, Morello. I'll make sure she gets back to her room," he said before looking at Hunter, "Take a seat."

Hunter did as she was asked as she looked over her counselor. She would be placed with a man who was exactly her type. He had a commanding voice with deep blue eyes and his hair had gone a gray that was both elegant and handsome. She could tell he was on the heavier side but that wasn't a concern to her. She was lost in thoughts as he said her name multiple times before finally hearing him.

"What could possibly be on your mind that is more important than what I'm trying to explain to you?" Healy asked, his hands folded in front of him on his desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Healy," she apologized quickly, "I just hadn't realized what a handsome counselor I was going to land. I would have come to prison much faster if I'd known. Are you married?"

Healy sat back in his chair, shocked by her bold statements, "I am happily married, as a matter of fact, and I would be careful with the comments you're making. You can add a lot of years to your sentence if you try to get involved with anyone in this prison. Let's talk about you now," he stated as he listed rules she was to abide by, much of the speech regarding how there was to be zero lesbian interaction.

After he finished, he asked, "Any questions?"

"How do I get to the cafeteria?" she asked as he had explained that it was time for dinner.

"Would you like me to walk you there?" he asked, hoping he'd gotten her to understand his message about relationships. He liked her and he had never felt any attraction toward a prisoner in all his years. Maybe, it was due to his home situation but he had a feeling he couldn't resist forever if she made too many advances.

"I would really love that," Hunter replied as she stood from her seat, smiling innocently at him.

Healy sighed as he stood too, "Follow me."

Hunter followed him down the hall and admired the confidence in his walk. She knew she could break him, especially the longer she went without getting laid.

They reached the cafeteria and he stopped to go back to his office, "This is it. Get in line and they'll serve you dinner and you can find somewhere to sit. Have a good first night," he finished with a small smile.

Hunter smiled back but before she spoke, she ran her tongue across her top lip, narrowing her eyes, "Thank you," she whispered as she walked away from him and got in line.

As she stood, Chapman appeared behind her, "Pipes!" Hunter exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her college roommate and best friend from those four years.

"How the hell did you get locked up?" Chapman asked, "And, make sure to use last names."

"Absolutely," Hunter replied, "I stole a car on a dare and got caught. Since it was all a joke, I only got a year but still, I feel like an idiot. What could you have done? You were the most vanilla girl of our whole dorm."

Chapman sighed as she spent the rest of dinner telling Hunter her story before they finished and went to bed. Hunter's first night was more successful then she'd expected.