"Ah miss westfall" the governor said whilst towering behind the psychologist who was unaware of her presence.

Bridget's eyes slammed shut as she mouthed 'fuck' to herself. Knowing what events had taken place just a few hours ago.

"Yes governor" she replied spinning her body around to now lock eyes with the giant in front of her.

"How are things?" Ferguson asked.

What the fuck? Why is she being almost nice to me?! The blonde thought.

"Ummm fine thank you. The women are opening up to me and good progress is being made" she replied hoping a simple answer would end this conversation. She didn't like any dialogue with the freak but at least knew what to expect when she was on her rampages of unprofessional bullying.

"Very good" a smile plastered on the freaks face as she began to walk passed the psychologist. "Oh just one thing. Doyle has been reported to be playing up of sorts. Officers have noted a shift in her mood"

Bridget took a gulp as she listened on intently to what the governor was about to say.

"Last time she was like this a riot occurred. I trust neither of us would want that to happen."

Bridget unsure if what bullshit Ferguson had been fed by God knows what officers if any just nodded in agreement.

"Very well then, I trust you will speak with her and settle her before trouble breaks out"

Bridget knew this wasn't a question more a demand by the governor and in fairness she could do with 5 minutes alone with franky.

"Of course governor" a simple and to the point answer. What more could she do to end this conversation now. As much as Bridget held her own greatly with the freak she couldn't deny the cold chills she felt down her spine as she looked into her eyes. Being a psychologist she was able to study the freak and a freak she was indeed. Classic signs of psychotic behaviour, maybe not a good thing to be able to diagnose. Knowing what someone was also meant you knew how dangerous they can be!

"Very well then, oh I trust you have not forgotten about our progress meeting? Perhaps you can update me on your findings, tomorrow 10am" Ferguson replied as she turned and walked down the corridor leaving Bridget to sigh a breath of relief.

Franky was sat in her unit amongst the girls. Bea,Liz, boomer and Jess. Her attention however elsewhere but still able to hear the girls discussing what screw they would rather fuck!

"Oh mr Jackson all the way! Mmmm" boomer said whilst shoving a mouthful of chocolate into her already food stained chops. "Nah way I reckon Mr fletcher would be quite the performer" Liz argued. "Yea me fletcher is always so nice to me" Jess added. As she looked over at boomer with a look that just struck boomer as odd.

"Your a freak Jess" boomer barked.

For some reason and even boomer didn't understand why she was able to see past this sweet girl routine and fear Jess for the crazy bitch she was!

"Doyle!" Mr Jackson shouted. "Miss westfall wants to see you"

"Oooooo" boomer mocked. "We all know who franky wants to.."

"That's enough Jenkins!" Mr Jackson said silencing the over excited inmate.

"Doyle"... "You coming or what?!" He urged.

"Yea.. Sorry boss" she mumbled.

Franky knew the girls had clicked on to her weird behaviour and felt maybe she was making a mountain out of a mole hill. I mean if Kim was seeking revenge then surely someone would have heard something by now?! And no way would Bridget be calling her into her office!

"Hey girls I reckon Mr Jackson has quite the moves... What ya reckon" she joked smiling and winking towards boomer who welcomed the smut talk to fire up once again.

"Enough Doyle! Move!" He ordered.

"Jeez you know how to talk to the girls don't ya!" The brunette teased before following his steps and heading for Bridget's office.

Three hard knocks on the door allows Bridget to know of frankys arrival.

"Franky Doyle for you" Mr Jackson introduced.

"Thank you will" "take a seat please franky" she instructs the brunette as the door closes leaving the two alone.

"God ive been going crazy worrying about you" the brunette is quick to state to her lover.

"I didn't know if Kim was gunna cause a shit storm"

She is quickly reassured by her blonde lover "well it was the governor who requested this session"

Frankys eyes look up in a confused state. "Why the fuck would she want to do anything that she knows would make me happy" with that she flashes her cheeky flirty grin. It had been hours since she had felt anything but despair over the discovery Kim had made.

"Well turns out she is worried your going to start a riot" Bridget now stood and began walking over towards the brunette who was still stood loitering the middle of the room.

"seems your low mood has startled a few officers and he requested I speak to you to stop such an event taking place"

With this Bridget takes hold of frankys hand and links their fingers within one another.

"Are you ok babe?" She asks worryingly.

"Yea, I was just scared shitless that Kim was going to blow this hole thing open and I wasn't going to see you again" her eyes began to well up. It was clear to see that the once badass franky was now a love smitten weakling when it came to Bridget. The sheer thought of her being taken away cut her deep and beig powerless to stop it evoked a anger inside her that she has fought so hard to rid.

"I guess Kim knows better than to lag. I mean the girls would jump her for sure!" The brunette seemed to find a good answer to why nothing had been seen yet.

"Hey... It's ok. Kim is angry, hell I would be too. But if Ferguson had heard a whisper of this we would know by now" the blonde further tried to reassure her lover and added a gentle stroke of fingertips along the brunettes flustered cheek.

"I.. I meant what I said earlier franky. I love you"

"Being in here and finding you is the best thing that's ever happened to me"

Trying to make light of the situation the blonde joked

"Fuck who would have thought I'd find love in a prison with a patient!"

Franky released a light giggle but still showed a look of concern plastered over her face.

"Franky, your parole is soon. All we have to do is keep under the radar until then"

Since her arrival Bridget had been working on a perfect speech that would guarantee the brunettes release. All franky had to do was not kill someone, fight someone or get caught with any drugs. She would handle the rest.

"I know" Franky replied "but..."

"But?" The blonde questioned with a look of concern on her face.

Franky looked on at her lover who even in a stressful situation handled herself with total control. God she was so beautiful. Intelligent, stunning fuck she was everything franky had longed for. Her skin so smooth, her lips pert and painted with a delicate and subtle shade of pink, her eyes a oceanic shade of blue.

"Franky?" Bridget said as she snapped her fingers in the brunettes face. "Lost you for a second there,where did you go" the blonde asked inquisitively.

Franky stood giggling embarrassed almost that Bridget was able to make her go into this trances of lust even when her mind was racing with thought of panic and dred.

"Nowhere B... Nowhere" she replied reassuringly.

"Ok... So what was the but?" Bridget asked

"But?... Ah nothing, it doesn't matter" Franky replied still lost in the presence of her lover.

With this she regained her former love stuck and desired led self. How can she be alone with the woman of her every waking thought and not pursue the opportunity to kiss those lips!

Franky took a step forward closing the distance between the two.

Her eyes not leaving the lustful glare of her lover.

Placing her hand at the back of Bridget's neck she gently tugged for the blondes head to come that little bit closer. She greeted her lovers lips with hers. Soft a gentle exchanges of emotion were exchanged between the two as their lips linked into one another's with their tongues seeking the others permission to enter.

"God ... You drive me crazy!" Franky groaned as her breathing intensified along with the pace her lover was now kissing her with.

"Fraaankky... We can't" the blonde mumbled pathetically.

"We have to be careful, more now than ever" she stated matter of factually.

Franky however was too struck by desire and placed her hands firmly on the firm butt of the blonde. Prison life and constant working out clearly paid off as she lifted the blonde with ease. Smiling into the kiss as Bridget admitted defeat so quickly and wrapped her legs around the waist of the strong beauty.

Her hands now tangled in frankys hair as the two kiss frantically. Breathing loud and fast, tongues going at one another's with a ferocious desire to get more from the other.

The brunette loved the effect she had on Bridget and that if not in everyday life she definitely was the boss in the bedroom.

Franky released one of her hand to rid the desk before her of any clutter getting in her way. With a swift sway of her arm the desk was rid of its items and a clattered pile now lay on the floor.

Bridget felt her body drop onto the desk as her lover gently yet with enough force slammed her body down. "Fuck" escaped the breathless blonde. Franky hadn't even touched the desired location yet but the intensity was enough to put her close to the edge.

Franky wasted no time in lifting the shirt off her ladies body trapping her arms above her head in doing so.

Teasingly franky lingered her lips over the blondes who was fighting to rise up and allow them to meet.

A further teasing tongue flick was felt on the blondes upper lip as franky went to work on driving her lover crazy.

A trail of wet kisses were left as she moved down the toned body before her stopping only when Bridget's trousers obstructed her journey.

The blonde was no match for frankys strength and she was able to release one hand and keep Bridget prisoner to her grip. The now free hand quickly went to work removing the once obstructing and offensive button.

A slow and lingering line of frankys tongue led up from Bridget's thong back up to meet the lips of the gasping blonde "tell me what you want" she demanded of her lover.

"F..u.. Fuck me" the blonde commanded.

A dirty smirk now placed itself on the brunettes face. Who was she to refuse such a request.

She finally released her hold over Bridget by removing the last of her shirt that was pinning her arms down.

The blonde hurried in grabbing hold of frankys hair and pulling her in for another kiss.

Before Bridget could manage to make her move complete she was interrupted by the overwhelming feeling of frankys hands entering her pants and her fingers sliding along the moist slit inside. A rush of release was felt as the brunette entered Bridget using two fingers that knew exactly where to hit. Curling inside her lover and rocking them back and forth with each and every entry.

"J..Jesus" Bridget moaned biting down on the shoulder of her hard working lover.

"I wanna feel you" she further moaned which was greeted by a smiling franky.

"As you wish" the brunette moaned. Using her free hand she took hold of Bridget's and directed it down her body brushing her breasts in their path. It seemed like a lifetime until the desired location was found.

"Oh fuck" Franky groaned as she felt her lover mimic the movement of her own. Both with two fingers inserted within one another. The pool of arousal growing as they look on and hear the reaction of ecstasy they provoke in one another.

Bodies trembling and a tightened feeling allowed the two to know how close they were. If not just for pleasure but more a battle the two attempted to out do one another and succeed in making the other come first.

Franky placed her thumb over the pulsating core of Bridget. Only again to be mimicked by the blonde who by now was panting with sheer pleasure.

"I..I'm g..Guna come" Franky released through strained lips pressed firmly in Bridget's neck.

The declaration and feeling of franky tightening around her fingers was enough to push Bridget over the Edge also. A surge of muscle spasms and groans saw the two collapse with one another as their climax was simultaneously reached.

"Oh... My... God" Franky chuckled breathlessly. "Your amazing!" She complemented her lover. Followed with a cute and rewarding kiss.

"Mmm so are you Miss Doyle" the blonde winked.

The two wrapped arms around one another enjoying each other's sweaty embrace.

Bridget opening her eyes to look on at her lover however getting glimpse of her watch instead. 5:28 it read.

"Fffuck!" She screeched.

"What?... What is it?" The brunette enquired concerned.

"I have a another session at 5:30" she complained.

"Way to kick a girl out of bed gidg" the brunette joked.

"No worries I get the hint" she added whole placing a few cute kisses upon her lovers cheek.

Knowing Bridget clocks off around 6-6:30 every day Franky knew this would be goodbye for the night.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks filled with hope.

"Of course, maybe not in here though. There is only so much counselling someone can need!" She laughs.

"Gotcha" Franky smirks followed with a cheeky wink and swift exit leaving her lover to dress herself ready for the boring session that awaits.

7pm-

A now darkened corridor leads to the room of the psychologist. lights out and nothing but the dim yellow yard lights gleaming in from the outside.

A well paced walk is heard Echoing down the corridor as it makes its way to the door of Bridget's office.

A quick beep allows entry into the room.

A large hand concealed by a black leather glove reaches beneath the desk and removes a small recording device. The sound of a tape screeching is heard as rewind is in motion. The play button is hit.

"Fuck who would have thought I'd find love in a prison with a patient!"

"Franky your parole is soon.." The tape is cut off by the slamming of the stop button.

The governor stands eyes slowly looking up and away from the device within her hand. A deep breath followed by a victorious beam.