Chapter 22

Just before my scheduled visit with my favorite secretary Julie, I got into a scape with a pair of soldiers from the Hispanic gang that liked to think they ran everything on the inside. I usually got along with them, but I suspected that they were put up to it by some of my enemies on the outside. Lord knows, I had plenty of them to go around.

I brought it to a quick conclusion by promising them a couple of packs of smokes which I knew I could get from the laundry manager just by asking.

When I went into the visiting area, Julie was already there sitting on one of the stools they used because they were bolted to the floor. I could see she was nervous and uncomfortable. The uncomfortable part was probably due to her carrying a baby and the nervous part was the fact she was surrounded by a pack of vicious criminals and their dubious relatives visiting for their own reasons better left unknown.

There were signs on the wall that said, Absolutely No Touching.

It was obvious that neither the guards nor the inmates paid any attention to this statement. From my vantage point, I saw a whole lot of touching going on. Some of it was sexual in nature and other was just the normal friendliness given to family members.

Still, I knew Julie was hesitant to even hold my hand with the impact of those signs staring her in the face.

“Mike, your Uncle wants you to know he is getting a team of lawyers together for your defense.”

I looked at Julie and saw the worry lines in her forehead and reassured her that it would all turn out in our favor.

I asked her about the baby and she started to cry.

“I don’t know what to say because her father just extended his overseas tour and won’t be back until after the baby is born.”

It was apparent to me that she was probably better off without a jerk like that hanging around continuing to use her and then dropping her when the going got rough. Of course, I didn’t verbalize my thoughts because she had too many things to worry about without me putting in my two cents.

Then, Julie got into head by confronting me with what the guards had told her about me getting a “conjugal visit” with my incompetent lawyer the court appointed defense counsel.

At first, I considered playing dumb and denying the whole thing, but I knew Julie could tell when I was lying and it wasn’t worth the hassle to pretend I was totally innocent.

“I am sorry about that, Julie, but it was her that offered and I accepted because I was really lonely and I needed something to hold onto to make life bearable.”

I could sense right away that she knew I was telling the truth and she thankfully changed the subject to arranging me to confer with the new defense team as soon as possible.

“Mike, I looked at the charges and the evidence they gave as discovery and I think both you and your Uncle don’t have anything to worry about unless they have something up their sleeve that they are holding out until the last minute and then spring it on us to catch us off-guard.”

She told me that the huge black guard had subjected her to a full body search before she could see me even though the other women went through the check point without stopping.

Julie was blushing as she told me where he had put his hands even though he had blue gloves on. She told me that she had felt completely degraded by the treatment and told me she regretted agreeing to visit me at the suggestion of my Uncle. I knew my Uncle wanted to keep me at arm’s length because they might accuse us of collusion prior to the trial and that was the reason why he had asked her to visit to keep a buffer between us until after the trial.

I saw the tall black guard smiling at me with that knowing look on his face. I wanted to smash his head against the cement wall but knew it was probably done to get me to do something just like that and get me thrown into solitary with no chance of seeing any lawyers at all.

I went back to my cell and exercised in the yard until it was time for me to go down to my laundry for my night shift at the dryer. I was so used to this routine by now that it was almost second nature to me. Of course, the reward was the perk of taking Judith’s fine backside between my legs and sliding into her with a desperation born of frustration at the whole situation. She was in a happy mood that night and I remembered her words to me as I went into her vagina from behind in the way that she loved best of all.

“Mike, please spank my cheeks nice and hard. I want to look in the mirror and see your hand prints on my white cheeks like a memory of what we do down here.”

I wasn’t really into that kind of funny business but I figured if that is what made Judith happy there was no harm in turning her white cheeks a nice shade of red. Her response was startling to me.

“Oh, Mike, baby, hit me harder, you bad boy.”

She kept begging me to give it to her hot and heavy. I knew some of the other male workers were standing right outside the door and I suspected that the laundry manager knew it as well. I noticed that it acted as more of an incentive rather than an obstacle to her reaching a fabulous orgasm that left her shaking with tremors of pleasure that caused her backside to hump the table like she needed more of the same.

She gave me the cigarettes I needed to keep the Puerto Rican gang members happy and I walked back to my cell feeling sated but completely satisfied with the evening’s work.