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Iamari—you rock

Greenhome:

Denise sat at home on her couch when it happened. Sure she had heard about it, but she was still shocked. It was kind of like discovering for the first time that someone out there loved you, only much more scary.

Her hand had gone through the couch. She wasn't really paying attention, and didn't know exactly what happened when she suddenly felt a fuzzy feeling in her hand. When she looked down she nearly jumped through the ceiling. Her hand had gone through the couch.

How was she going to tell her parents that instead of getting their daughter back, they had gotten a freak?

Prison

Garcia was a strange man as he soon found out. The little Mexican was not only small, but controlling. It was like being in a bad relationship, and he hated it. For the past week, the little man had told him what to do, and it was starting to freak Daniels out a bit. What was that little man up to?

Daniels, unlike many of his comrades, was innocent. He'd never met the girl he'd been accused of killing. The jury hadn't liked that excuse. Obviously, or else he wouldn't be in here. His lawyer had said something about appeals, and insufficient evidence, but it was all bull. He was in prison for a series of murders he didn't commit, and some dead chick's blood was all over his hands, or something like that. Her parents had visited his trial once and the mother had given some impassioned speech about him stealing away her 'baby.' What in the hell? He hadn't ever seen her 'baby' or killed her.

Garcia was rounding the lunchroom to sit near him. If he kept up like this, his fellow inmates might think he and the little man were a couple. He shivered. He might not have had sex in a long time, but that didn't mean he was that willing to become even situationally gay. He would hold out.

"You ready?" Garcia nearly whispered, and after shivering from a look from the Mexican, he nodded. "We're getting out today, brother."