With Kaitlyn O'Shaunessy over at Mac's station and Sheamus over at Rose's station, that left Jennifer to deal with making appointments for other customers that were calling in. As it was eight in the morning, luckily Mr. O'Shaunessy was Rose's only client for that morning.

"I was lucky with her." Sheamus said, gesturing towards Kairlyn with his hand under the large cover that Rose had draped over him. "She was with me for most of me issues."

"Issues? I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry." She said, prepping her razor blade. The large leather strap was attached to her work station, and it was placed so that she could look at him as she talked.

"No, it's nothing to worry about. I was a convict back in Dublin, Ireland."

"Convict?" Mac asked, glancing over at Rose's client.

"Aye, that's right. I done some things in my life that I am not fond of. Drug running but illegal street fighting was what I was put in for. Assault, stabbing, that sort of thing. We Irish love a good fight."

"I found his online profile." Kaitlyn spoke up.

"I don't think I follow."

"We were inmate penpals before I was released. How long was it, lass, about three years?" Sheamus asked his wife.

"Yeah, I think so. Anyway, we bonded over weight training, boxing and stuff like that."

Rose nodded. "Oh, I see. What made you want to write to an inmate?"

"Well, sure they all have done something wrong in their life, but really, I think it was the fact that I was bored and wanted something to do. Sure he was in Ireland and I just moved out of my parents place when we started talking, but it was something I enjoyed."

"It takes a special someone to want to touch the life of a convict in prison." Sheamus said as Rose grabbed her special shaving creme.

"How could you stick it out for three years?" Mac asked as she started separating Kaitlyn's hair into sections.

"Well," Kaitlyn said, glancing at her husband in the mirror. "We just did, we made it work. It's not for everyone, that's for sure. If you went online you can find prison penpal profiles you might find someone that has things in common with you."

What the blond and brunette woman said made sense to her, Rose thought as she went about shaving and trimming Sheamus' facial hair. Maybe it would be good, would it?

"Thank you for the help today." Kaitlyn said as they were paying for their treatment. "We definitely will be coming back again."

"Great," Rose spoke up from her station where she was cleaning up for her next client. "We'll definitely be excited to see you again."

Once they had left, Mac and Rose both were contently cleaning up their stations.

"I think I want to do it." Rose said, wiping down her station.

"Do what?" Mac and Jennifer asked together, looking over at their brunette friend.

"I'm going to find a penpal to write to. One of those inmate penpals. It sounds kind of fun." She answered, looking at her friend coworker.

"You can't be serious, Rose." Jennifer said. "They are in prison for a reason. I mean, look at that man that just walked in. Assaults, stabbings, hell even rapists are in prison. Why would you want to talk to someone like that."

Tinkerbell lifted her head and gave a low growl at the shop hand. Resting her head back on her paws she watched the three women.

"I don't know why. It's not like I'm desperate for a guy." Okay maybe she was but she wasn't going to say so.

"You would be really messed up if you really did decide to write to an inmate." Jennifer shook her head as she looked down at the computer she was in front of. "I mean, they would only be interested in you for money and sex shots."

"Are you really going to start this?" Mac asked.

"I'm speaking the truth. All those guys in prison are only interested in beautiful women and money. Most of them are in there for rape after all."

"I give up. First you're late today and you're talking shit about people you don't know." Mac tossed up her hands, shaking her head and then groaned. "Just keep your comments to yourself from now on, won't you?"

That sour face puckered up at her, but Mac didn't pay any attention. One of her clients came in after she basically told Jennifer to shut up. But Rose was not detoured from the idea what she was going to do when she got home later in the day.

"So, are you still really interested in possibly writing to an inmate?" Mac asked as she and Rose were getting the shop ready for closing.

They had sent Jennifer home for the day. Now the two were able to get some time together to talk. And as Rose had thought, tucked away in her friend's locker was the marijuana pipe. Mac quickly snatched it up and put it in her pocket.

"I don't know, Rose. It's your life. You need to live it as you want. I mean, look at me." Mac indicated to herself. "Everyone has a story to tell, but it's their choice to tell it. So I guess it's your choice to look beyond some man's cover to see what he really is like on the inside."

"Nice analogy, Mac. I'll think about."

When Rose and Tinkerbell got back home, Rose set about making dinner for her dog.

"Do you really think I shouldn't contact a prisoner?" She asked as she poured kibble into Tinkerbell's food bowl. Tinkerbell's only real interest was in the food that was in her bowl. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

Placing the food bowl on the floor and then she went into the front room to set up her laptop.

Rose sat down in her favorite chair with a Monster can next to her. What a great way to end the day. Maybe it would get better if she really thought about it. Kaitlyn and her husband really did intrigue her, more so about the possibility of finding a friend through an Inmate social ad.

"Hmm, where should I look for inmate penpals?" She asked herself as she opened her laptop.

It only took a few moments to boot up her laptop, so in the mean time she took a few drags of Monster while she waited for her laptop to wake up. Rose put her Monster can down and clicked on her Internet icon. Once her homepage opened she went to the search option and stopped. What would she put in the search field? Inmate Penpals, yeah that would do, Rose decided as she clicked out the two words.

One website came up, Prison PenPals, which was like a website with personal ads for inmates. There was a feature where Rose could search for parameters on the kind of person she was interested in.

"There should be at least one guy in here that is interesting enough to write to."

TInkerbell didn't acknowledge her owner's words. Too busy eating every little kernel of kibble in her bowl, the pitbull mutt basically ignored Rose.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I hope whoever I decide to write to isn't a dog." Rose continued on with talking to herself.

But what was she looking for? Not like she had any expertise in this area of life, race wasn't an issue. Working in a melting pot like Portland, OR, well she did just meet her first Irishman that day. That should say a lot. Age? Okay, not too old and maybe a year or two younger than her. So, twenty-five to about thirty-five would be the limit.

"Hmm, I don't really care what state they come from, as long as it's not anywhere near me. If they know the area they might find me when they leave." Rose pursed her lips. "Florida, I've always wanted to go there."

So selecting her age range and Florida, there was a lot of young men to choose from to write to. Some where really interested in just finding love and romance, capitalized letters advertising single males looking for eligible females on their pages and it really set Rose on edge.

"Maybe Jennifer was right." She said putting her laptop down next to her on the couch. "Maybe they are looking for a toy to play with. Sure, they were put in there for a reason, a very bad reason. Good men don't just go to prison for no reason."

Dumping her Monster can in the recycling can in her kitchen, Rose went to go get another one, homing that it would make some effect on her. If she crashed then maybe she could get a full night sleep for work in the morning.

"What now?" She turned towards where her only house phone was ringing on the kitchen counter. Grabbing it up, she pressing the green phone button. "Hello?"

"Rosie, honey, it's your mom."

At the sound of her mother's voice on the other end of the line, Rose quietly rolled her eyes. Not a day went by that Rose hoped that the woman wouldn't butt into her life.

"Hi, Mom."

"Honey, listen…I've been thinking. You know how you have a hard time finding the right guy. Well I found one that may just be right for you."

"Mom," Rose's head fell back, a hand went to cover her eyes. "Mom, stop!"

"What? Honey, you're almost thirty years old, you clock is ticking."

These conversations, these fights were enough to want to pull her own hair out. Refraining from doing so, Rose went back to her mother on the phone.

"Mom, I'm twenty-nine years old. And after what happened with Ben I…"

"Ben was a nice man, Rose. Why did you throw him away like that?" "So it's my fault for what he did, Mom?" She couldn't help that her voice rose slightly in annoyance.

"Well, no, I mean, are you sure it wasn't something you did otherwise…"

"I'm ten seconds from hanging up on you, Mom. Give me the benefit of a doubt here, I am not interested in having my heart busted like what he did to me. So unless you're going to tell me how's Dad doing, then I have nothing more to say to you."

She heard her mother groan, the strong willed mother butting heads with the strong will daughter. It was a round about thing that had been going on since Rose was a little girl living in Cincinnati, Ohio.

"The reason why I'm calling is because Jennifer…"

"The Jennifer that I hired for my store?"

"Well, yeah. She was worried about you and she called me about it." When Rose didn't stop her, Mrs. Miller went on. "She told me about how you were interested in talking to inmates, writing to them."

"I was thinking about it, sure…"

"Well don't. There is a reason why they went to prison in the first place, Rose. And falling in love, well they will surely break your heart, or any other part of you."

Having had enough, Rose groaned. "This is my life, my personal life, Mom. I understand your need to protect me, to see to it that I am okay. But you can't make me do anything I don't want to do right now. This is my life, I make my own rules. If I want to talk to inmates, or inmate, then that's my wish."

"Honey, you're making a very big mistake."

"And tell Daddy that I love him and I'll call when he's up or when he's feeling better. Love you, bye." And with that, she shut off the phone.

Ever since her father got sick, and with Rose up in Portland she was worried that if he went into relapse then she wouldn't be there to see him off. And then with an overbearing mother who wanted grandchildren out of the deal, Rose was also happy she lived in Portland at the same time.

"Just choose one and write to him." Rose decided as she headed back to her couch.

The page that was up had a listing of about thirty men with online ads for penpals. Some were Hispanic, there were a few white guys, but one guy had mix cultural race listed. From the picture that he had, he stood with his back against a brick wall with no shirt on and just his shorts. He was physically fit, and only two years younger than her.

"Seth Rollins," she mumbled. "What are you in for, Seth Rollins."

There was a link to show the crime he had committed at the bottom of the page. Once there Rose found that he was in prison for attempted murder. But that was only the legal stuff, he didn't say in his little couple hundred word ad why he was in, or who he attempted to murder. But he listed his pass times as fitness and from the look of his body, he was really fit. Really, really fit indeed.

"I'll just see if he is worth it, you know." Rose looked over at her dog. "Just one try, just to see how it is. If he's a douche bag then I will wash my hands of him. Apparently, I'm good at that."

Saving his page in her favorites, Rose opted to just get ready for bed a little early that night. That way she could head out and do her day job the next day without any issues.

All right, there's Chapter 2. So what do you guys think? I'm really curious.