Casey laid in her cell, completely dead asleep when she heard the loud clang that was the alarm that universally woke up the entire prison at 6 AM. She hated it, and there was really no way to get used to it. She was two months into her year long prison sentence, and each day felt longer than the last one. She kept thinking to herself "this will get easier," but it just never did at all. She knew she deserved to be there for what she had done, and for how she had let her life spin out of control, but she could never view herself as a criminal, and she could never think that she could fit in there. Even though she was in a midlevel security prison with only white collar criminals, she hated it. She hated that her girlfriend Olivia was on the outside, and she couldn't hold her or touch her whenever she wanted. She also hated that she used to prosecute white collar criminals, and now she was one, being punished for her crimes.
She woke up, and rubbed her eyes and tried to give herself a nice little jolt. She walked to the bars of her cell and held them, still in disbelief that she was in a cage. She paced around her cell for about fifteen minutes, and then the guard came to take her to the shower pod. She unlocked the cell and let Casey out. This was one of the few times that Casey would be outside of her cell and not handcuffed. The guard handed Casey a towel and they made their way down the corridor. Though showering was essential, she absolutely hated doing it there. This was by far her least favorite part of the day, and it was such a terrible tease that it had to happen every single day. She hated how the showers were open and anywhere from fifteen to twenty-five criminals could be looking at her as she bathed. The floors were disgusting, and the water was lukewarm. She really just hated everything about the whole process. Plus, she and olivia had many, many steamy, sexy shower sessions in their upper west side apartment, and this was far from that. Being in the shower with a bunch of convicts continued to remind her of how far she had fallen.
Casey arrived at the pod, and there were about ten other women there. There were showers open, so she took off her orange jumpsuit and then her underwear and her white cotton bra, and then folded them all up and headed in. She always wanted to get out quickly, because she was afraid that people were staring at her, or would try to take advantage of her. She had only been in prison for two months, but she soon realized that a lot of the stereotypes were true. There was tons of girl on girl action. Cigarettes or any outside commodity was gold. And that the phrase "don't drop the soap" was the truest thing and were sworn words to live by. It was undeniable that Casey had lost weight. Maybe six or seven pounds in two months. She couldn't eat much, and she did sit-ups and pushups until the cows came home. She walked in, her naked body completely exposed to everyone. Her breasts were the same, perky small ones they had been, and her ass had actually gotten a little tighter. She turned the handle of the shower, and the water was ice cold, and sent a shock through her system that she hated. She grabbed the soap and began to scrub quickly, making sure she got all her hard to reach places. She could feel the eyes on her, and she was so self-conscious about everything. She then finished up, dried off, got dressed and headed back to her cell, where she would be locked for the duration of the day.
Casey was going so stir crazy in prison. She realized she needed to be punished, but hated that it was actually happening. After about three hours of reading, calisthenics, sit-ups and everything else she could think of, the guard approached her cell. "Novak, you've got a visitor," she said. Casey was surprised. She had talked to Olivia the night before, but was not expecting her. Casey only had 8 hour long visits per month, and she reserved six of them for Olivia. This one was not in the normal visiting time, so she was a little confused. "Are you sure it's for me?" Casey responded. The guard looked at her like she was crazy. "I said 'Novak' and you're Novak. It's for you." The guard opened the cell door and Casey knew the drill. Legirons were fastened around her ankles and then Casey put her hands behind her back where her wrists would be met with some beautiful, chrome metal bracelets.
The guard fastened the handcuffs tightly around Casey's wrists and she moved forward "Man, a little tighter than usual, eh" Casey said, just casually making conversation. The guard was not amused, and Casey's words fell upon deaf ears. Casey waddled her way through the prison halls, and then found her way into the interview room. Normally, there would be many other families in there, but as she looked up, she saw Olivia and no one else. She was immediately thrilled. "Olivia!" Casey exclaimed. "I'm so happy to see you! What are you doing here?" "Well, good to see you too," Olivia said sarcastically. "I talked to the warden, and used a little of my detective muscle to get in here and schedule a visit." Casey was so thrilled, and just beyond happy to see her sweetheart. She turned to the guard and showed her hands, asking, but not saying anything for her cuffs to be removed. "Um, I'm sorry Miss Novak….." Casey was stunned. "What, sorry, why? Unlock me." The guard then stood there stoic. "The conditions for this visit are that your remain restrained, and those are the words from the warden. He says that since he granted a special request, that it's in his jurisdiction to restrain you." Casey was so bummed by this news. "Come on guard, no one has to know, now can you please take these off? they're killing my wrists." The guard then got mad. "Miss Novak, I am not going to compromise my position for you! An order from the warden is just that. Now sit." Casey was pissed, but did as the guard said. To make matters worse, as soon as she sat down, the guard got behind her and tightened the cuffs as tight as possible around Casey's small wrists. "Jesus, tight enough bitch!" Casey knew she had lost her cool and that comment would cost her, but she didn't care. She was so fed up with all of these prison politics. "Bitch, is that right Miss Novak? Well you will be paying for that one later." Casey smirked and the guard stood by as Casey and Olivia began their visit.
Casey was very, very pissed. She finally got to see her sweetheart, and she was restrained. The touching was a very fickle subject during visits, but normally Casey and Olivia could hold hands at the very least. Now, they couldn't even do that
"Casey," Olivia said. "Forget about the handcuffs. Just talk to me." Casey moseyed on into the metal chair in front of her and stared deep into the brunette's lovely eyes. Olivia had cut her hair since the last time they had seen each other, and Casey absolutely loved it. It killed her that she couldn't hold her, or touch her, or do anything you want. "my god Liv, you look so fucking hot. Man, I almost can't contain myself. I love your hair." Olivia had cut about four inches off her signature brown locks, leaving it just above her shoulders. On the other hand, Casey's hair continued to grow and grow, and it was noticeably longer than it had ever been…well passed her shoulders and teetering on covering her breasts. "Casey, how are you holding up? I miss you so much. It kills me that you aren't next to me every night, and you're in her laying in this cell with these animals. I just want to feel your warmth next to me. The fact that I have to wait ten more months for that is mind blowing." Casey expected this sort of talk from Liv, who was never one to hide her emotions. In truth, she had been feeling everything Olivia had been times ten. She hated waking up every morning in this cage. She hated looking down and seeing orange in place of her designer suits. She hated everything about this situation and there was nothing she could do about it. "Liv, can I be honest with you?" Olivia laughed. "Casey, after five years together you need to ask?" That sort of candor was just what Casey needed. "Olivia, I'm dying in here. Not literally, but emotionally." Casey looked down and then continued. "I knew this would be hard, and I know I deserve to be punished, but this is harder than I thought it would be. I feel so inadequate. I feel like I have let so many people down. I go through stages of self-loathing. I haven't thought about hurting myself, but knowing I'm in here and you're out there is killing me." Olivia stared into the redhead's beautiful light eyes. "Casey, I can't even begin to think about what you're going through, but something I've always loved about you is your strength. Please, can you be strong for me?" This was a true moment for the two of them. "Olivia, I'm not asking you to stay. Hell, I'm not sure if I could if the situation was reversed. If you want to leave, I give you permission. It will hurt, but where am I going? By the time I get out of here, and you've moved on, that will just be something I have to deal with." Olivia was legitimately pissed that Casey said this. She was mad that she would even think it. "Casey!" The redhead was looking down at the dirty jailhouse floor. "Casey! Look at me now!" Olivia's tone was so commanding, like a teacher yelling at a student. "Casey, i can't believe you just said that. If this was the old days, and I was a teacher and you were a student, I would spank you…." Casey smiled and laughed at the analogy and then Olivia continued. "I love you more than I love you more than anything or any person in my whole life. There is nothing that can tear us apart, and I will be here when you get out. I'll be here before this and after." This was just what Casey needed to hear. She was reaffirmed of her love, and felt a lot better. "Gosh Olivia, I love you so much. I can't even begin to think about what my life was like without you. Now I'd hug you or hold your hand or something, but I've got these goddamned handcuffs on." Olivia made her way around the steel table and over to Casey and brought her chair with her. She gave Casey a hug, and then kissed her softly on the lips. Casey loved it and then kissed her back. Before they knew it, they were in a full on make-out session in the prison visitors room. Olivia ran her hands through Casey's beautiful long red hair and felt her body through her jumpsuit. She unbuttoned the first two buttons, exposing Casey's white cotton bra. "I hate that I can't touch you with my own hands, but you're doing an amazing job here," Casey said. "Casey, can you do me a favor?" The redhead looked at her blankly…."Shut up and keep kissing me." Casey smiled and leaned in for another kiss. She was shocked the guard hadn't broken this whole thing up….this sort of physical contact was certainly not allowed, and definitely something that was very punishable. Casey then looked out of the corner of her eye and saw the guard fast asleep in the corner of the room. Good things the guards worked hard in this prison. Olivia continued to feel Casey's breasts and stomach. She loved Casey's body, and she loved being able to touch it over and over again. "Looks like someone's been working out," Olivia said. "Well, i try to do what I can, but this is really the result of eating 1000 calories a day."
Olivia leaned in and continued to kiss Casey and massage her tongue with hers. This is just what Casey needed. She needed her lover there, and she needed to feel loved. She plunged into deep and dark moods when she was locked away in her cage by herself. Olivia then made a move and got onto Casey's lap and continued to kiss her. She caressed her face over and felt her cheeks. "Oh man Liv, this is great, but just be wary of my hands. Basically all of my weight and your weight is on them now." Olivia smiled and then kissed Casey one more time. "you and your precious hands….." Casey looked at Olivia "you're the one who always says how sexy my hands are! I'm not quite sure how sexy they're going to be when i look down at them after these cuffs finally come off. I can barely feel them now!" Olivia looked at her lovely partner "Casey just let me know, and I'll do whatever I can to be back here so I can massage them for you." The two continued to make out and olivia snuck one hand into Casey's jumpsuit and through her bra and touched Casey's fully erect nipples. Casey squealed a little bit, and then Olivia put her finger to Casey's beautiful lips. "Try to stay quiet sweetheart. We don't want to wake sleeping beauty over there." Casey peered over and saw the guard still fast asleep. Olivia then unbuttoned two more buttons and put both of her hands firmly on Casey's breasts. She didn't want to run the risk of being badly caught so she kept her bra on. Olivia licked Casey's chest as she felt her nipples. Then, she pulled the bra aside and sucked on her nipples some more. Casey was getting continually hotter, and it was killing her that she couldn't moan. Olivia kept on going and licking everything until she finally whispered in her ear "Olivia, I'm definitely going to cum," to which Olivia replied "that's the idea silly…I know you haven't gotten what you need in here." Olivia kept on licking Casey's nipples and then Casey came. She felt it shoot out of her pussy, and she definitely felt her panties get wet, but luckily, there was no stain on the jumpsuit. Olivia then got up and kissed Casey's lips. "hope that was nice for you," she then got up and moved her chair back across the table.
The two marveled at what they had just accomplished. Olivia looked at Casey and said "you'll be ok baby. Just think about it one day at a time. I know that's a bad cliche, but it's true. Before you look up, you'll be out of here and back home, in my arms." Casey was relieved by that statement. She believed it for the most part, but realized that there were still going to be some uphill battles. "Casey," Olivia said. "Did you get my package?" Casey laughed. It was the package of naughty and lacy lingerie that Olivia sent her that made Casey feel like she was going to be ok. She looked deep into Olivia's eyes and said "oh yeah, I got it! It was amazing!" Olivia looked right back at Casey and said "why aren't you wearing anything I got you right now?" Casey laughed. Clearly Olivia was not very well versed in the prison world, and she felt like she needed to enlighten her partner. "Well, for one, I had no idea you'd be here, so I didn't think of tidying myself up at all. And secondly, that stuff is like gold in here. I can't wear it out. I'm also not just going to wear sexy lingerie for no reason. Next time I know you're coming, I will put it on for you." Olivia liked the sound of that. It had been about two hours all tolled, and then both of them heard the guard wake up. The guard looked at her watch and said "oh shit" and said "visits over, come on Novak." Casey got up and was led out the door. Olivia said goodbye to her and said she would be in touch very soon. Casey was bummed that this time had to end, even though she knew it wouldn't last forever. The guard led Casey back down to the corridor and to her cell. The guard reached into her belt and took out a key and finally released Casey from the handcuffs. "It's about fucking time, jesus christ. I can't feel my hands." The guard was unimpressed by Casey's attitude. "You better watch what you say to me. Now get in. Casey stepped inside her cell and the guard closed it shut and locked it. It was back to reality, and back to prison life. She wasn't at all excited about it, but it was just the way things had to be. She got on her little metal bench and curled into the fetal position and closed her eyes.
Casey had a pretty routine rest of her day. She slept for a little while and then read for a little bit, had some dinner had some outside time. It was 9pm and it was time for lights out. She didn't mind this, and she had actually gotten used to going to be early and sleeping alone in her cell. She drifted off to sleep at around 9:15, and then just awaited the next day. Except this night was different. Around midnight, she woke up to the guard from before, banging on her cell with her nightstick. Casey was getting tired of this, and just said "oh god, what now?" This guard, Alison was her name, was not amused. She wasn't the stereotypical prison guard. She was about 5'7" shorter than the 5'10" Novak. She had blonde hair and green eyes, and was somewhat thick. Not fat or anything, just solid. Casey actually thought once or twice that maybe outside of that ugly corrections officer uniform that she could be somewhat attractive. In any event Casey was a little disoriented because she had been sleeping. "What's going on,?" she asked. "Oh I am guessing you have amnesia Mrs. Novak." Whenever Casey heard "Ms. Novak it reminded her of being in a courtroom. This for damn sure wasn't a courtroom. "Guard, what are you talking about?" The guard stared directly at Casey. "I'm talking about you calling me a bitch earlier? You remember that?" Casey's heart sunk. Thank god that's all she remembered and Alison made no mention of the sex that took place while Liv was there. Casey could have put up an argument and said something about Alison sleeping on the job, but she figured the argument was futile. "Is that all? The bitch comment that is," Casey said. "Yep, sure is, now get up." Casey did as she was told. Alison opened the cell door and Casey walked out, and put her hands behind her back. Alison put the handcuffs back on, this time even tighter than before if that was even humanly possible. "Jesus Christ, you think these are on tight enough?" Casey protested. "Alison looked back. "I'll put them on as tight as I damn well please, now shut the fuck up." Casey did as she was told, but tried to figure out what was going on. They started walking down the halls and then down steps and through the maze and bowels of the prison. Casey needed a little bit of guidance. "Guard," she said softly. "I'm sorry about the bitch comment. I didn't mean it, and was frustrated. But can you please tell me where I'm going and what's happening?" Alison kept walking and said "you're going to solitary for the next month. I was thinking about putting you in the hole, but i figured that was a little excessive." Casey got exceedingly nervous. One of the few saving graces was that she was around people and could interact. This was going to be a whole new ballgame. She heard horror stories about people being in solitary confinement, and she didn't want to be the next case. Casey stopped dead in her tracks and then pleaded. "Please, guard….ma'am…sir….whatever you want to be called. Please rethink this and have some compassion. I'm sorry for what I said to you, I really am, but i don't know if I can survive down there. Seeing people is what's getting me through. Please, please have a heart." Alison looked back and said "get moving, and I have a heart. You know the rules. I'm sorry, but you broke them, and you knew the consequences when you broke them."
Alison stopped for a second. She led Casey into a side room. Casey dreaded it, but she knew what was about to happen. "Do we have to do this?" Casey begged feebly. "Yep, you know the drill," Alison answered. "Well ok, could you take these cuffs off? I can't strip with them on." In jail, there were random cell searches, and random cavity searches and such. Whenever anyone was transferred anywhere, they needed to be cavity searched. When Alison told Casey she was moving to solitary she knew this would have to happen. "Ok Novak, but they are going back on soon, so don't get too comfortable," Alison got behind Casey and put the key in the lock of Casey's left bracelet and turned it, and did the same with the right one. It was fantastic to have these cuffs off even if it was just for a minute, because they were beyond tight and just killing her wrists. "Strip, now" Alison said. Casey hated this. It was just so degrading, but she knew she had to. She unbuttoned her jumpsuit, and folded it and laid it on the ground. She then reached behind her and took her bra off and folded it. She did the same with her underwear. She had actually thought of putting some of Olivia's lingerie on, but at the last minute decided against it. Looks like she made the right call. Alison inspected Casey's clothes and saw nothing was in there. "Hands on the wall," she then said. Casey did as she was told and then Alison approached her. She put some gloves on and then went to work. She thought about how hot Casey's body was, but obviously said nothing. She approached her and then felt Casey's legs, very invasively. She moved up to her thighs and then she checked Casey's pussy. "Squat" she said. Casey did as she was told, and then Alison put two fingers up there, and kept looking. She found nothing. "Now cough" she said. Once again, nothing. Casey then stood up. "OK Novak, bend over." This was the worst part. Casey did as she was told, and then Alison firmly and thoroughly inspected Casey's asshole. She was so embarrassed and felt like less than a person. Alison spread Casey's ass cheeks and kept digging for gold "you're really not going to find anything up there," she said. "I have to make sure," Alison responded. Alison was almost finished. Casey's body was quite sexy, even if she had lost a little weight. Her legs were still long and lean, breasts still small and perky, nice little booty going. "Ok, we're done here, now get dressed." Casey started again and put her underwear on first, then her bra. She put the jumpsuit back on, buttoned it up, and then put on her socks and little slide shoes. "You know the drill" Alison then said. Casey knew what that meant. She put her hands behind her back, and Alison handcuffed her again. Not sure how it was possible, but she kept finding ways to put the handcuffs on Casey tighter each time. "My god these are tight!" Casey protested. "Any chance you loosen them? Please?" Alison just stared blankly at Casey. After that was finished, the two made their way to the solitary cell.
Casey was furious. She wanted to call Alison all kinds of names, but she didn't want to get in any more trouble. She waddled along and the handcuffs kept digging into her wrists. "Please, can you loosen these? They are killing me." Alison said nothing and ignored Casey's request. Finally they got down to solitary. Casey's cell was in the back, and it was the end of the line from about 6 other solitary cells. As she approached, she got more nervous. She got to the door and Alison opened it. If she thought prison was bad, she hadn't seen anything yet. She didn't even want to think about what the hole must be like. This was about a five by five foot cell, completely concrete. It had a really heavy door and just a slot that food would be put through. That was it. This was going to be home for the next month. Casey then made one last plea. "Please, I do whatever you want, just don't send me in there. I won't make it. Please, please, please have some compassion." Alison once again didn't listen. She opened the cell door and pushed Casey in. She then closed it, locked it and started to walk away. "Wait a minute, you didn't take my cuffs off! Come on, this isn't fair, and it's definitely against regulations (casey knew regulations meant nothing, but she figured she'd give it a shot). Alison said in passing "I'll be back tomorrow, and if you're good, I'll take them off them. We'll see." Casey was so scared and now she was uncomfortable and scared. She sat on the bench, and tried to sleep, but it was hard, because all her weight was on her hands. She felt the cuffs digging into her and whispered "what a bitch that alison" under her breath. She laid on her stomach, and realized if she was going to get any sleep then this would be the most feasible position. She tossed and turned and got about 20 minutes of sleep at a time. She then heard her cell door open, and was shocked to see Olivia standing on the other side.
Casey couldn't believe it. Twice in one day. She was relieved to see Olivia, but confused at the same time. "What are you doing back here liv? And how did you know this is where I was?" Olivia stared right into Casey's eyes. Even though it was dark, she could still see her. "I was working late, and I just had a gut feeling, and wanted to check up on you," she said. "And I used my clout as a detective to have them let me see you. There was no record of our earlier visit." Casey was thrilled. Olivia just kept giving her exactly what she needed. "Olivia thank god you're here. I've only been in here a few hours and it's a nightmare. I'm even more lonely than I was upstairs." Olivia looked right at the redhead. "Well," she said. "I feel a little responsible for getting you thrown down here. Plus, if Alison really knew what happened earlier, you'd be in much worse trouble!" Casey smiled and then laughed. Olivia always knew the right thing to say. Casey then laughed and said, "well, would you like the grand tour?" Olivia laughed and said, "ok, sure!" and Casey showed her around her five foot cell. "Olivia," Casey asked. "Can you do me a favor?" "Anything my love." Casey thought for a second. "please take these off of me," as she said that, she turned around and showed Olivia her cuffed wrists. "I can barely feel my hands, these things are killing me." Olivia then thought for a second. "Case, I have to say, seeing you all cuffed and restrained is a really big turn on. I mean, who would have thought that this amazing ADA would be in handcuffs so much!" Casey was not amused. "Hardy, Har, Har Liv, but, please, take these off, they're just killing me." Casey didn't know why she thought Olivia would have a key, but she just did. She just figured that Olivia would fix everything. "I'll see what I can do," Liv said. "But when they check you again in the morning, I'm going to have to put them back on you." Casey begged more. "That's fine, but just take them off now, please." Olivia then reached for a key she had brought for this very occasion. She had a hunch Casey would be cuffed. "Ok counselor, turn around." Casey LOVED it when Olivia called her counselor. She got excited that she would be loose for a few hours. Olivia reached into the pocket off her jeans and brought out a little handcuff key. It was tough to maneuver because it was pitched dark in the cell. "What's going on," Casey asked. "I'm just trying to figure out the hole, Case." Casey laughed when she heard that. Olivia kept trying, but this key was not working at all. "Um, Case, baby, sweetheart, I think you're SOL." Casey was furious. "WHAT? You've got to be joking me Liv, spring me, please! What the hell is this shit?" Olivia looked down. She actually wasn't trying to play a joke on the cute redhead. "Casey, these cuffs are different issue then mine/the ones we use at home and on the SVU force. My key isn't working, no bullshit." Casey couldn't believe it. She would have to spend the whole night in these tight, silver monochrome bracelets.
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel better sweetheart," Liv said. "And how do you plan on doing that?" Casey replied. "Oh you'll see baby." The bench in the cell was barely big enough to hold both of them. They actually really did have to be careful, because Casey's hands were really an issue. Olivia didn't want to hurt her, but it would be hard for them to fool around without all the weight being on Casey's hands and wrists. "So counselor," Liv started. "How did a pretty girl like you end up in a shithole like this?" Casey sensed the role play. "Oh I'm just a bad girl. Always colored outside the lines. I've lived a fast and hard lifestyle. Booze, drugs, partying. The works." Olivia got the hint. "Well, it looks like you need to be taught a lesson." Casey laughed a little, and her real emotions came out "A lesson, huh? Well, I'm paying for it right now babycakes. Do you not see where I am?" Olivia then sprung into action. Casey was lying on the bench, and Olivia was kneeling beside her. Olivia reached up and unbuttoned Casey's jumpsuit and then unfastened her bra. She began licking Casey's nipples as she had done before. Casey needed to make sure to be quiet as she didn't want to wake anyone up. This was hard though, just because Liv was just so good at what she did. Liv's lips encircled Casey's fully hard nipples. She went in and out with her motions. She would lick in a circular motion and then she would suck over and over and over again. She would lick Casey's chest continually, and Casey loved every second of it. Casey fed off Olivia. They had this down to a T. She continued with pleasuring her redheaded friend, and moved down she got Casey's jumpsuit off as much as she could and then she took down Casey's panties. "Nice underwear Case." Casey smiled. "Oh you mean these beautiful prison issue white Jockey undies?" Olivia smiled. "yeah, they're different from the ones you had on before, and the ones you had on the last time I was here. I have to say, I'm digging these on you Case." Casey for sure thought Olivia was joking. "Riiiggghhhtttt Liv. I'm sure you just love them on me." Olivia got pensive for a second before she delved into eating Casey's pussy. "Well Case, I love anything on you and everything off you," she smiled. "But I seriously don't hate the simple underwear on you. I like the silk thongs and fancy stuff too, but I don't mind the simple." Casey laughed. "Liv, are you serious? I wish I had known! I spent all these years buying the sexy stuff for you because I thought you liked it. Turns out the simple stuff also turns you on. Looks like all I had to do was go to prison to figure this out!" Olivia laughed. "I'm not sure that's true. I would have certainly told you before you ended up in this hellhole." Casey thought again. "All these years liv, I lived crazy uncomfortably, and it turns out I didn't have to. Man, who would have thought it? Well, when I get out of here you better believe I'm going to be getting some three pack Hanes!"
Olivia laughed and then she began to eat Casey's pussy. She stuck her tongue well inside and immediately found Casey's g spot, and clitoris. She knew all Casey's sports, and certainly knew how to double click her beautiful girlfriend's mouse. She found her clit and just worked it over and over and over again. She felt amazing, and Casey started to softly moan. She was being an artist with her tongue. Casey's hands were killing her, but she just didn't care. This was some extreme, raw and intense passion. Olivia continued on, tongue in pussy, tongue on clit over and over again, and Casey felt herself getting close to the edge. "Oh my god liv," she wailed. Olivia kept working, and then Casey came all over the jailhouse floor. Olivia dressed Casey and they actually managed to fall asleep together. The next morning Alison came by and let Liv out, and then took the cuffs off Casey. "Thanks" she said shortly. Olivia gave Casey a kiss and told her she'd call later. She really had brightened things up. She just felt great, and was so thrilled to have seen Olivia. The cruel reality set in when Olivia left and Alison closed the door to Casey's cell. "Welcome to solitary," she said. "I hope you enjoy the ride." And with that, the door slammed. Back to reality.