This fic is labeled as an Alex fic but that's just because there was no button for Flaca and Maritza, (a sin, haven't the operators of this site seen season 2?) I had to pick someone to upload it so I chose Alex. She is in the story but not enough to be bothered with if you're an Alex fan. I don't imagine this will be long, maybe 2 or 3 chapters. Check it out! ~Empty Pen~
Her body looked good wet. Soaked from head to toe, her ink black hair matted against her forehead, her light caramel skin glowing red from the heat of the shower. She was perfection. She was still naked and didn't bother covering herself up, she never did when they were alone. She was free with herself in private, open and comfortable. She was long and skinny, all arms and legs but her body was still chiseled to perfection.
I ever tell you how fucking good you look?
It would be so easy to say. So easy to slip into a conversation while Flaca brushed her long hair in front of the mirror. She didn't see it in herself and Maritza thought that was funny. She was so sexy, the way her long legs curved into her cute little ass. The way her perky titties never seemed to move, the way her nipples stayed hard as she climbed out of the shower.
I ever tell you how fucking perfect you are?
She looked up at the girl's lips and drifted back to the day they'd shared a kiss. It shouldn't have been anything. Some stupid thing they'd done to stave off the loneliness. It had been quick and more than a bit awkward and messy. Maritza could even call it uncomfortable and weird. But not because it was bad. For a brief moment she'd found herself feeling something. She wasn't sure what it was but she'd pulled away immediately and diffused the situation with a shake of the head. No. One simple word. She'd felt relieved afterwards because Flaca had done the same thing, said that same word, and she'd realized it had been a fluke. Whatever it was.
I ever tell you how fucking sexy you are?
Flaca glanced at her over her shoulder with an arched eyebrow. "You gonna shower or you gonna sit there all day staring at me?"
Maritza shrugged. Jumping up and acting nervous was the easiest way to make things awkward, instead she went the opposite way.
"I'm not in a hurry. I don't have any place to be. Besides I wanted to see you naked."
Flaca smiled into the mirror then without explanation turned to her giving her a full glimpse of her body in all its naked glory.
"How's that? You like?"
Maritza's heart jumped to her chest but she did her best to play strong. "Mama likes."
Flaca smirked then turned her attention back to her hair. "I'm tired of being here. I'm lonely as hell."
Prison did that to you. Made you lonely. There was a certain torture in not being touched by anyone that did things to your head. It made you miss the simple things. Holding hands, kissing, cuddling up on a rainy afternoon.
"So am I. I mean it had been so long since I'd been kissed I almost forgot what it felt like. That thing, you know that thing I mean. Saved my life."
They hadn't talked about their kiss since it happened and Maritza assumed Flaca didn't want to mention it. Instead she spoke in code in case the prison's ears were listening. They were always listening it seemed.
Flaca only nodded. "I know. But it only made it worse for me. I went to bed that night having all these fucked up thoughts."
"What thoughts?"
She shrugged. "Stupid stuff."
"Like?"
She finally laid her brush down on the sink. "You know, confusing stuff. That thing. Then I had a dream about what it would be like. You know, just once, for the release." She chuckled nervously. "It's just been too long I think, it's making me crazy."
Maritza held her breath. "Oh yeah," she said ignoring the crazy remark.
Flaca shrugged again. "Yeah. I was thinking of finding that new girl. Soso. She's sorta cute, but she talks too much. I don't want the other girls to know about it. Then I thought of Nichols, but I chickened out and got scared. She's too advanced for me anyway."
Maritza's heart nearly skipped a beat. "She'd tell. Nichols I mean. She's got a big mouth. She's like a dude. She'll fuck you then brag to her friends about it." Maritza didn't know if that was exactly true but it seemed like the sort of thing Nichols would do.
Flaca nodded. "I know. I was just being silly. I'll fight through it."
"If it gets that bad let me know. Look I'm not gay or nothing but at the end of the day it's me and you and nobody else. If you need to release we can figure it out together like we always do. I'm not saying I'll be your girlfriend or no stupid shit like that but if you need to let it out we can figure it out. You and me, like always."
Flaca stared at her over her shoulder. "Yeah?"
Maritza shrugged. "Why not. We're in here together for years. I'm not saying we do it every day, but it's something to think about." Flaca glanced at her over her shoulder and offered a timid nod.
She wasn't sure why she said what she said. It had just come barreling out of her mouth like a runaway freight train. The words were destruction, reckless and violent mutterings that could destroy everything in their path and Flaca's timid smile said a million words and none.
"You better get in the shower already, we gotta get to the kitchen. You know how Mendoza is about being on time," Flaca finally said breaking the awkward silence.
Maritza accepted the olive branch. "You young bitches can never get here on time," she said in a mocking imitation of their kitchen boss.
"I'll have your asses on the cleaning crew with the black girls," Flaca finished up in Spanish.
They laughed together as Maritza made her way to the shower. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Flaca give her a glance. She pulled off her towel slowly and slung it over the shower wall stopping to run her fingers through her hair.
"Hey, let me borrow your shampoo."
Flaca's eyes darted quickly to her feet as she dug through her shower bag. Maritza turned to face her not bothering to close the curtain and hide herself. Flaca took a few steps towards her but couldn't bring herself to look up. She nervously extended her hand, offering up the tiny shampoo bottle careful not to meet Maritza's gaze.
"Thanks," Maritza said fighting off a smile.
I ever tell you how fucking cute you are when you're nervous?
XoXo
Flaca saw Maritza curled up in her bed, her eyes squeezed tight, her body in a ball. She was always this way when she got sick. A big baby. She whined and complained and behaved as if the entire world was going to end.
"She's been like that all damn day," Flores said. Flaca gave Flores a nod. She liked Flores for the most part but there was something about the girl that gave her the creeps. She'd behaved like a lunatic for months and Flaca still wasn't sure it was just an act.
"I got her," Flaca said squatting down beside the bed and running her fingers through Maritza's hair. "You okay mama?"
Maritza just groaned causing Flaca to roll her eyes. "I can't sleep."
Flores let out a sigh and exited the bunk in a huff, mumbling out, fucking baby, in Spanish as she walked away. Flaca chuckled at her lack of patience and sympathy and watched as the woman stomped away angry.
"Move over I'll lay down with you," Flaca instructed.
Maritza didn't open her eyes but she moved towards the wall without hesitation. "Grab a blanket. It's fucking cold," she said softly.
Flaca unfolded the blanket at the foot of the bed and laid it across Maritza's still curled up body. She slid into bed behind her, her chest pressing against her friend's back and for the first time since she'd come to visit, the girl's body relaxed. Flaca slipped an arm around her best friend's waist and pulled their bodies close.
"What's wrong mama?"
Maritza's body shifted slightly. "Nothing. I just want to stay in bed today. My mind is racing and I can't sleep. I haven't slept in three days Flaca."
Flaca gave the girl's stomach a rub and whispered softly into her ear. "I got you. Close your eyes and try to sleep. I'll stay until you do."
Maritza moaned her approval and ran her hand along Flaca's hand. Flaca's hand was pressed tightly against Maritza's sweatshirt but the moment their fingers touched she felt as if she should pull it away. Her heart was suddenly pounding furiously in her chest, her mouth as dry as a desert, her palms sweaty and damp.
If it was weird Maritza didn't seem to mind. She began to gently stroke her fingers and suddenly Flaca's stomach was in knots. She felt those fingers intertwine and forced herself to shut her eyes and relax.
"Just for a minute," Maritza said in a whisper. "Just for a minute hold me close."
Flaca pulled her tighter against her body and slipped both of their hands under Maritza's sweatshirt pressing them flush against her soft stomach. Maritza's hand continued to stroke hers, softly, steadily. It felt so good, so complete. It had been so long since she'd been touched she forced all thoughts from her mind. Being locked up had robbed her of all contact with other people but in this moment, this second, she had it back.
She began to rub Maritza's stomach easily, gently, and she felt Maritza's head slide back into her own. She got a face full of her best friend's hair but she didn't care. Not today. She continued to rub, the hard muscles of her abs, the top of her rib cage, her thin hip bones. Maritza didn't protest or pull away. The silence between them was like a chasm in space, dark, empty, deathly silent, but somehow still beautiful.
She held her eyes together and let her fingers explore. She ran the tip of her index finger along the bottom edge of the girl's cloth white bra, careful not to cross any boundaries that couldn't be undone. The teasing must have made an impression because again their fingers were intertwined and she found their hands on Maritza's breasts. It was only a quick brush but it was real and it was on purpose.
"Mmmm," Maritza said softly. Flaca could feel the steady in and out of the girl's breath but the quick brush of intimacy had sent her friend into a steady pant.
Something in the pit of her soul stirred. A hunger that needed to be fed. She pulled their hands apart and slid hers down her friend's torso. Maritza tensed momentarily then relaxed with a trust that Flaca couldn't explain. There were no questions, no raised eyebrows or hesitant restraints on either of their parts. All that existed between them both was comfort, and something that felt like dangerously like desire.
She gave the buttons on her friend's pants a tug and they pulled open. Maritza tensed again as Flaca tugged down her zipper but still didn't break the silence. Flaca gave the girl's rib cage another stroke then counted down from ten. Maritza's steady breaths had stopped and Flaca sensed she was holding her breath. She exhaled as the count dropped to three, then two, one. When the last number had been spoken silently in her mind she slipped her hand down the front of her friend's pants, sliding her fingers down the front of her panties.
She could feel how excited Maritza was the second her hand began to explore. She'd never felt another woman before but she knew how her own body worked and she could tell Maritza was turned on. She gave her a quick rub with her hand then with her fingers. Her hand was already wet with Maritza's excitement but the moment she slipped her middle finger into her she finally felt her friend's body exhale.
"Oh my God," Maritza finally muttered.
Flaca whispered quietly into her ear. "Relax. I've got you."
XoXo
Maritza slept like a baby and had Mama Diaz not slipped into the bunk to wake her she'd have surely slept through dinner. All the tenseness and stress in her body had faded away. She felt like a thousand bucks.
"Wake up. I'm glad you finally got some sleep. If I had known all it took was this one I'd have told her days ago to come cuddle with you."
Maritza felt Flaca's arm around her waist and resisted the urge to panic. "Hey whatever fucking works."
Diaz only nodded. "Who you telling? Work with what you got in here."
Maritza didn't want to pull away, not too quickly. She could still feel her pants undone under the blanket and that would be impossible to explain to an old school woman like Diaz. Aleida, Mendoza, and the other girls wouldn't understand what had happened between her and Flaca. Not really. They wouldn't say anything to their faces but they'd call them names behind their backs. Maybe even squeeze them out. She couldn't have that.
"Let me get her up and we'll be right to work."
Diaz didn't flinch. "Don't fall back asleep. You know how Gloria is about being late and shit."
Maritza watched her walk away and quickly pulled herself together. She almost hated buttoning her pants up but there was a time and place for everything and now wasn't the time. Comfortable she was ready to face the world she pulled away the blanket and forced herself to her knees. Flaca had her practically pinned to the wall and again she regretted having to get up. But again she forced herself to push forward.
"Flaca," she said giving her friend a shove. "Wake up. We got dinner."
Flaca groaned but moved right away, swinging her feet to the floor and stretching. Instinctively she looked over her shoulder back at Maritza and made a situation that could be extremely awkward cool.
"You good?" she asked.
Maritza smiled. "I'm fucking great man." She leaned into her and whispered playfully into her ear. "You better go wash your fucking hands first though before you start fucking with the food."
Flaca only smiled but didn't get a chance to respond before Flores returned to the bunk with a glare. "If you're done being a big baby Mendoza is looking for you two. She says you're both late. She said she's going to send you to the cleaning crew if you don't hurry up."
Maritza only shook her head with a laugh. "Tell her we're coming."
Flores stomped off angrily muttering in Spanish that she wasn't a fucking messenger.
"We better get going," Flaca said forcing herself to her feet. "God I fucking slept like a baby."
Maritza smirked. "Me too, but hey, let me know when we need to talk again."
Flaca nodded. "I will. Believe me."
Mendoza came stomping into the room. "Are you two bitches still laying around? You got a fucking job to do." Maritza watched as Flaca hurried off.
So fucking sexy.
XoXo
"You two looked real fucking comfortable together. All cuddled up together like a couple of Maricons," Ruiz said as she stirred a giant bowl of something that Flaca thought might be mashed potatoes.
Flaca searched her mind for something clever to say, something that would keep the mood light but would change the subject. Maritza on the other hand always liked to face their problems head on. She blew Ruiz a kiss and a playful wink.
"Next time I'm gonna come slide up into your bed ma. Put on a little Marvin Gaye and turn your ass out. You can be my pinche puta."
Flaca held her breath and waited for the furious response but it never came. Ruiz only laughed. Not just her either, everyone in the kitchen laughed. "Please. You couldn't handle this shit. You'd be sneaking into my bunk sniffing my ass for the rest of your bid. You stick to that one over there."
Maritza blew her another kiss and Ruiz went back to stirring her mashed potatoes. And just like that things had blown over.
Flaca often wondered how her friend did things like that. She always knew the right thing to say. She always knew how to make things a tad less awkward. Flaca was the opposite. Earlier today for instance she could have used that gift.
She hadn't known what had come over her back in Maritza's bunk. One minute they were cuddling and the next she was rounding third base. The thought almost made her queasy. Was it third base or did it count as straight up sex? Were the rules the same if it was two girls instead of a girl and a guy? Did it count as sex if she made Maritza cum? Did it count as sex if she enjoyed it more than she had ever enjoyed it with anyone else? The thought made her stomach spin. She wasn't gay. She knew that much. Ian and she had amazing sex before she came inside. Still today had been different. It wasn't just physical gratification. Just hearing Maritza pant slowly had made her crazy. Those softs pants were all she could think about now.
"That's too much sugar," Little Diaz said as she walked past. Flaca looked down into the bowl and groaned.
"That's fine, those white girls like sugar as much as the black girls like salt," Flores said with a confident nod. "Just make sure they get that batch."
Mendoza nodded from her spot at the oven. "It's fine. If they like it enough we could tell them we did it special for them and maybe weasel something out of them later."
Flaca nodded and resigned herself to focusing on the task at hand. Across the room she could feel Maritza's eyes honed in on her. She had to pull it together before people started asking questions.
XoXo
"Do we need to talk or are you good. Because you said you were good but at dinner you looked a little off."
Maritza had been watching Flaca closely since their nap and the girl was acting a bit weird. Not enough for the other girls to notice. At least not yet, but enough that Maritza herself picked up on it. Flaca was suddenly quiet and reserved when usually she was full of life and chipper.
Flaca shrugged and unrolled her ear buds for movie night. "I'm good," she said half-heartedly.
Maritza grabbed her by the wrist and forced her into an empty corner of the room with her back against the wall so she couldn't run off, then stepped in close. "Look don't get weird about it okay. If you don't want to do it again that's fine. Just don't make a thing about it. We don't need the girls asking questions."
Flaca looked down at her feet and Maritza grabbed her gently by the chin and lifted her head up so their eyes met.
"Stop it. Don't do that shit. It's not a big deal okay. It's me and you. We're the only ones who know and we aren't ever going to tell anybody. It's nothing to be ashamed of, we just don't have to let everybody all up in our business."
"I'm not ashamed. I," she stammered before the words died in her throat.
"What?" Maritza asked softly. "It's okay, you can say it."
Flaca opened her mouth to speak but something in her eyes shifted and she pulled away. "I think I want to punch that bitch." She said with ice in her voice. Maritza didn't understand what was happening until she heard the voice.
"What bitch? Who?" Ruiz asked with interest.
Maritza immediately understood. Ears. Prison ears. She played along. "Don't. Don't get thrown in SHU over some bullshit. She didn't mean nothing by it. I would tell you if she was on some bullshit and she wasn't. She was just making conversation. But you know how those tweaker bitches get. They brains all fried up from drugs and shit and they don't even know what they saying half the time."
Ruiz's interest piqued. "Who we talking about? What the fuck did she say?"
Maritza shook her head. "That tweaker bitch Luanne. Flaca didn't like the way she was talking to her earlier but I told her the girl was just being friendly. Trying to be at least. She didn't mean nothing by it. Flaca is just tired. She's been cramping today."
Ruiz nodded her understanding. "Go lay down. This movie is some bullshit anyway."
"What's going on? What's wrong?" Maritza almost groaned when she heard Diaz's voice. Aleida was a lot of things but civil wasn't one of them. She could remember the first time she'd met Daya Aleida had slapped her in front of half the prison.
Before she could open her mouth to calm things down Ruiz was already talking. "Flaca was going to go beat down one of those white bitches for speaking out of turn but Maritza talked her down."
"Maybe the bitch needs a beat down if she's running her mouth," Diaz said diplomatically.
"Flaca is just PMSing. She needs to go sleep it off," Maritza said giving Flaca's arm a pull. "Let's go." Flaca didn't resist her, choosing instead to follow in silence. "I'll be back in a minute. Save me a spot."
Diaz nodded on her way back to her seat. "We got you baby."
XoXo
Flaca followed Maritza into the chapel and listened as the girl cursed silently to herself. "We can't do that shit in the open no more. Too many fucking questions."
The chapel was always empty this time of night and for some reason it was one of the few places in the prison where there weren't any cameras. As far as private places went it was one of the best.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do," she said in a whisper.
Maritza shook her head. "No, fuck that, you did the right thing. We just gotta be more careful next time."
She watched Maritza climb the stairs to the stage and took a seat in one of three empty chairs. It was a Tuesday night and Flaca assumed they were left over from one of the counselor's touchy feely meeting groups they were always forcing down everyone's throats.
Flaca only nodded deciding to follow Maritza up onto the stage. "Okay."
Maritza ran a hand through her hair and watched Flaca closely as she took her seat. "Now talk to me, finish telling me what you were saying before. You're not ashamed but what?"
"What we did. I'm not ashamed of it and I don't want to stop but I think we should anyway. I felt something."
Maritza's eyebrows arched. "Felt what?"
Flaca shrugged and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "I don't know, something. I felt it that first time too. In the kitchen. That's why I stopped because I felt something when we did the thing and I got confused so I said we shouldn't. But today." She sighed. "Today made it feel real."
"Really real?" Maritza said standing up. "Like something in your heart real or super horny real."
Flaca wasn't sure. Things were happening way too fast. "I think something in my heart real."
Maritza's head tilted and Flaca was sure she was going to run for the hills. But instead of running away she walked over to her and sat down on her lap. Their faces were only a mere inches away from one another. So close she could feel Maritza's breath against her skin.
"What are you doing?"
Maritza shrugged. "I don't know. What AM I doing?"
"Somebody could walk in," Flaca finally said giving the doorway a look.
"Well talk fast."
Flaca could only laugh. "And say what? That I'm hot for you? That I want us to get a little house together and a dog and live in the suburbs?"
Maritza's smile matched her own. "What kind of dog do we have?"
A silly game but she couldn't help but play it. "A pug."
"Is there a room for my baby? We can't go anywhere without my baby," she said as she wrapped arms around her shoulders.
"There's a room for Juliana," she said with a smile.
Maritza's smile faded away and she pressed a palm against Flaca's heart. "You feel something? I mean really feel something? Because I'm not going to agree with you if you're fucking with me. I mean what happened between us is weird but we can get passed it if it's just a thing we did once."
"I don't know what it is Mari, I just know it's there. This thing. What we did earlier," she shook her head. "It was so different from anything I ever did before. But it was just so."
"Beautiful," Maritza said quickly.
"Beautiful," Flaca agreed.
Maritza looked up towards the clock. "I gotta get back or the girls will come looking for me. You unfortunately have to go lay down. But if you stop by my bunk I bought some batteries for your radio and you can listen to that show you like."
"I guess," she said a bit disappointed. She'd much rather have watched the movie.
Maritza leaned into her and pressed their lips together. The sensation made Flaca's heart skip a beat. She wanted to hate it. Deep down in that place where everyone had told her it was wrong. That place that held her mother's voice that told her to find a nice boy and settle down. That place that held the jokes the girls made about the girls inside who switched teams. But she couldn't deny herself this anymore. She relaxed and fell into it, head first.
One minute, two, three, groping, tongue, four minutes, groping. Then the door opened and giggling voices crashed into the room.
Maritza was off her lap in half a second and Flaca jumped to her feet quickly. Standing in the doorway was the tall black haired girl Vause. She'd made it back inside a few days ago and was still decked out in her orange outfit. Beside her stood Chapman. Looks like she and Maritza weren't the only ones looking for privacy.
Flaca's heart sank but Maritza descended down the stairs like she owned the place. Chapman and Vause stared at them in silence. Chapman's mouth was opened as if she was going to say something but the other girl grabbed her wrist and gave it a tug.
"What the fuck you two looking at?" Maritza asked with enough poison in her voice to kill the entire prison.
"Nothing. We didn't see anything," the dark haired girl said.
"Good, because if I hear so much as a whisper about it I'll gut the both of you." Then she laughed evilly. "But I may just fuck you both first."
All Flaca could do was laugh. "You can be my new plaything," she said to Chapman in Spanish. She knew the suburbanite spoke Spanish fluently. Mendoza never let Daya forget it. "I'll treat you really good baby."
"Real good," Maritza said as she made her way up the ramp and pushed passed them. "Keep your mouths shut. Or I'll shut them for you."
Flaca decided it was best to just go with it. "Permanently."
XoXo
"I told you somebody would catch us." Flaca said quietly.
Maritza wanted to roll her eyes but she knew her friend was right. She'd said somebody could walk in at any second and she was right. Absolutely right. Getting angry at her for saying I told you so wouldn't do either of them any good.
"Yeah, no shit."
"Don't be mad at ME. I don't think they're going to say anything but they can. That's a fucking problem we have to deal with." Flaca was good when the heat was on, she didn't think so but she was. She was quick on her feet and when shit hit the fan she was decisive and more than a little bit ruthless.
"I'm not mad at you mama, I'm just pissed I didn't listen to you." She stopped in the empty hall and turned to face her. "We're still figuring it out. Getting the lay of the land. We gave those putas Chapman and Vause the salt, now let's give them the sugar."
Flaca's lips curled into a smile. "You mean like a bribe?"
Maritza shrugged. "Why not? It's not always enough to tell people not to talk. Sometimes you have to give them a reason not to."
Flaca didn't seem to be against the idea. Maritza didn't know much about Chapman but Flaca worked with her on the prison newspaper. As for Vause, she was a drug dealer. Dealers were easy. They liked money, attention, and prestige.
"You take care of Chapman. I'll take care of Vause," Maritza said with a smile.
Flaca nodded her acceptance without words.
I ever tell you how fucking awesome you are?
XoXo
Flaca watched the girls file into the cafeteria for breakfast and form the familiar line. Vause ever the early bird stepped inside and made her way quietly to the end. Chapman her ever present shadow these past few days was right behind her.
Maritza gave Flaca a nod and with the entire prison watching called out, "Stop". The line stopped moving, girls stopped working and the room practically fell silent besides a few grumblings from a couple of hungry girls.
All eyes turned to them, workers, eaters, and guards alike as they finished loading up two trays stepped around the counter and walked them silently over to the happy couple. Chapman eyed them with suspicion but Vause smiled her devilish smile.
"Oh you shouldn't have," Vause said playfully. Flaca thought she may have been serious but something about the smile on her face said she was expecting something. They handed the trays off and Maritza blew the woman a playful kiss and Flaca watched her smile fade instantly. Sugar and Salt.
"One week and we're square," Maritza finally said.
Vause's eyes squinted. "Two weeks," she said quickly. Fucking drug dealers, always negotiating.
"One. Breakfast AND dinner."
Vause looked over to Chapman who was eyeing her tray with suspicion. "What do you think Piper? Breakfast and Dinner, one week."
Chapman nodded. "That's fine. The bag of candy bars on my bunk was a nice touch."
Flaca laughed, "I know how much you white girls like sugar."
Maritza chuckled to herself. "Do we have a deal or should I make other arrangements?"
Vause nodded quickly. "We have a deal. One week, consider us officially square."
In the distance somebody grumbled about special treatment and Flaca decided now was the moment to shut it down. "Hold your horses already. Business is business." She said the words while walking deliberately back to the line intent to get back to business as usual.
Half the prison it seems was there to witness the show and Flaca knew Maritza had been correct. Drug dealers were all the same. They liked flashy cars, expensive jewelry and getting attention. When they couldn't get those things special treatment would do. It was all about making a statement that they were special and had pull, inside that meant everything.
"After you my lady," Vause said to Chapman as they exited line and grabbed an empty table.
Flaca reclaimed her spot on the line with Maritza at her side. Beside her Flores and Daya gave them curious looks.
"What the fuck was that about?" Flores asked.
Maritza looked her right in the eyes and nipped the questions in the bud. "Business. We owe. When you owe you pay up."
Daya seemed to accept the explanation, or lack thereof, at face value. Flores had questions but she knew better than to ask them. Down the line Aleida was staring and Flaca knew she wouldn't ask questions but she'd be watching them from now on. It solved one of their problems but it created several more. According to Maritza those were manageable as long as they stayed smart and kept their heads down. It sounded easier than it was, she knew that from experience. It was prison after all.