chapter 3

'This new inmate, Sabrina Lambert, is an intersting girl, more so than a lot of the fucking goons in this block. Is it just because she is new and has commited an actual crime? Maybe so. She's also got quite a body which is fuckin weird to say. She's a woman, as am I. What the hell, Carol. You like manly men like Burt Reynolds or... Tom Selleck. Right. Right?' Carol opens her eyes, somewhat embarrased, to notice that she fell asleep reading Playgirl . 'I thought this was supposed to be stimulating."

The next day in the common room, I'm perplexed about where to sit. Carol has a pull on me, true, but I'm not sure what she wants with me. Does she respect me for literally killing someone or is Carol possibly even...flirting? I don't know what to do, especially since she invited me over in front of her gang, literally her gang. But...for a woman who is a little older than me, she sure has something that is attracting. Her stares that seem to read me like a book, her eyes, her mannerisms, her body. Wait, shit. I need to calm my ass down. I also need to sit my ass down. Fuck it.

I approach Carol's table when she looks up at me, smirks, and states, "Up, Akers. Sit, Lambert." A few glances makes it awkward for me to sit down now that my being here has make this girl leave. Maybe they are used to being treated like this. Are people just indespencible to Carol?

Akers leaves and I sit down next to some older lady with glasses that I don't know and Gail, Carol's oldest friend. This isn't weird or intimidating at all.

Gail turns to me, "So, you killed someone with your car?"

I swallow and uncomfortably manage to tell her, "Yeah,"

"That's a pretty good one," Gail speaks to me, but I start to notice Carol's shift in attention shifted from Badison, to me.

"Lambert, come with me," She immediately stands and walks briskly towards CO Hellman, who then tells the twins who run the salon, Carol, and I to follow him. I know where we are going, but I don't know why. I'm not sure if I entirely want to know why. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. This is... riveting if nothing else. Excting, yet intense.

Once we reach the enterence of the salon, Hellman nods to Denning and walks away. I'm concerned for my life and the CO decides to leave? Why is this happening to me? I mean, yeah I did kill someone, but that's why I am in prison for my punishment. Whatever happens to me now is -

"You just going to stand there, dumbass, or are you going to sit?" Carol looks at me with confusion and a hint of amusement.

I blush and quickly sit down in the seat next to her, which is turned to face her as her chair is facing mine. For a good ten seconds, we make eye contact , but then I glance to her lips, back to her eyes, and then look away.

My nervous tendency makes Carol grin and narrow her focus, "Do you play card games? Bridge?"

What? "Uh, I can play rummy, poker, gin. I think that's it. I've never played bridge before." She called me in here to play games with her? But why?

"Hope you're in the the mood to play with me then," She remarks suggestively, making a smile creep on my face. Her grin deepens.

An hour or so later, I feel better about my card skills. I might be ready for a mediocre game night. It was pretty fun playing cards with her, even with the cute side-eyeing she does and the cheeky smirks she throws my way. 'Maybe I can make the best out of prison' I think to myself.

Hellman returns exactly on time and we return to the block. I am a little wore out, considering I am not runnning on a lot of sleep anyway. I think I'll go take a nap. I enter my room to see my cellmate Ozzy. She is holding a pack of tissues clenched tightly in her hand. "Are you okay, Ozzy?"

The larger woman charges at me and pushes me against the wall with her forearm across my neck, "You took one of my tissues, bitch?!"

"What? No. I literally have no reason to d-" She pushes harder, making me strain to breathe. I quickly act as I stomp down on her foot, making her release me. She may be a large woman, but I am usually fit for my height of 5'4. I try to scurry out of the room, but at the door frame, she shoves me down, making me land directly on my left ankle.

People saw me fall, or heard it at least. The COs comes hurry over and take Osborne to Ad-Seg immmediatly. CO Alverez looks at a chart he is carrying, skimming through the lists . "I'm going to transfer you out of there, for your own safety," He keeps looking throught the list. "Your new cell is 105. Also, tell Carol that I send my appologies and that this is more your fault than mine, okay?"

Carol? Did he say, "Carol Denning?" I question.

"Uh, yes. There is no other Carol. 105," He turns and heads back to where he was.

Not only am I incredibly embarrased from faliing in front of the whole block, in pain from landing on my ankle, but I am also now going to be sharing a cell with Carol. This either means good news or horrible news. I guess I will have to see. Still, this is a lot to take in at once.

After, I have collect my things, Alverez returns and takes me to Carol's cell, well now our cell. Carol quickly follow in persuit once she sees us approaching her room. Alverez chickens out and acts like he has somehwere he has to be.

"I guess we live together now. That means more time for me to learn bridge, right?" I nervously chortle.

She doesn't say a word. Her icy features clearly make me feel unwelcomed. She must like having no one to share her space with.

"You're on the top and don't fucking touch my shit, got it?" She leans in close to me, looming like a storm cloud.

As put off as she seems, I am still not scared. I think there is some part of her that is slightly happy to have me in here, I hope.

She waits in the door for to set my things down, so she can see me out. Is she actually worried that I would steal from her? Possessive much? I walk towards the door, expecting her to move, but she stands exactly where she is. We are now a foot away, eyes locked. She breaks the silence with, "You hurt?"

My cheeks flush a little. She cares if I got hurt. There is so much I need to learn about her. For one, why does she care? For two, why am I fucking blushing?

"Oh, um, it's fine. I'm a big girl. I'll suck it up," I brush my hair back and smile flatly. Carol then turns sideway for me to pass by her.

"Good. I didn't think you were a fuckin cookie."

Later, it is time to return to the cell. I'm nervous as hell. I'm going to be locked in a room with the infamous Carol fucking Denning. This is going to be my new regular. Being confined in such a small space with anyone is already tough, but with her? Hmm. I am lost in thought so much that I don't notice I am being observed.

'Her story was fairly intersting. Vehicular homicide is a serious offense. She's gay. Of course she is gay. Most pretty young girls are gay these days, especially in prison. Fuckin carpet muchers.' Carol examines my body, every curve. 'She's short and shapely with a firey attitiude.' I turn to see her eyeing me, so she raised her brows and climbs into her bed.

Time for me to get into bed, too. Sucks that I'm on the top bunk considering my ankle. I struggle leaning on my left leg.

"Here," Carol reaches in her pocket an pulls out a lollipop, something she pretty much always has. She reaches forwards, extening it ito me. "It won't help with the pain, but it can keep you distracted."

I take it, "Thanks. I love sweets." I wink to her and finally ease myself on the top bunk. I wonder what she's is thinking right about now. Is she pissed I winked at her? Well, maybe not since she didn't say anything after that. I pocket the candy and immediatley nod off.

Carol, ont he other hand, percolates. 'She winked at me. She fuckin' winked at me. What am I supposed to do with that shit? Beig all cute and gay with me? Should I allow her to do that?' Carol takes her glasses off and relaxes into a dream or perhaps a fantasy.