said excitedly, “Holy fucking shit! Look what the cat just dragged in.”
“They can’t be but barely eighteen,” Clooney said, as saliva started foaming on the side of his mouth. Clooney’s eyes narrowed as he honed in on Tiny. “Oh, my God,” he said in a slight country drawl, “look at that little one. She don’t look but thirteen. She’s mine,” he said quickly, staking claims on her.
“That’s fine with me,” said Landry. “You can have the guppy.” Her eyes peered on Lynn’s huge breasts and ass. She licked her lips. “Because I want the big game.”
After the girls collected their food from the chow line, they began walking to a table in the rear. As they passed a table, an inmate stuck out her foot and tripped Lynn up, making her fall to the ground and causing her tray of food fall everywhere. Vonda, Tiny, and Jessica helped her up and stepped in front of the girl who’d done it.
The girl’s name was Dear Mama. Mama, as most people called her, was a huge woman, and she ran the entire Jungle with an iron fist. She was Landry and Clooney’s designated top dog and ran the three biggest rackets in prison—drugs, prostitution, and protection. She was the consummate gorilla pimp, who ran her stable of women with sheer brutality and violence. She was considered untouchable, not only because she ran the drug game for the officers, but because was considered the most violent and dangerous inmate the facility had ever had and had spent two thirds of her life behind bars. The battle scars on her face and body told the tale of a survivor in every sense of the word.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Lynn screamed, holding her own.
Mama stood up from the table to intimidate her with her six-foot height and her two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame. “What the fuck did you say, bitch?”
Vonda jumped in front of Lynn. “You heard what the fuck she said!” Though Vonda was tall, she was small in comparison to Mama.
Mama reached behind her back and pulled out a huge shank. “I’m not that bitch y’all jumped when y’all came up in here. You better ask somebody who the fuck I am.”
The girls saw the huge knife, but held their ground.
Suddenly the girls heard the officers shout, “Ok, break this shit up!” It was Clooney and Landry. Mama quickly passed off the knife to the other inmates, who followed suit.
Landry looked at the floor and saw the mess of food scattered everywhere and asked, “Whose tray is this?” She looked at Lynn’s stained shirt and smiled. “What happened here, sugar?”
Lynn looked at everyone and said, “Nothing, I slipped.”
Officer Landry looked at Mama and knew better and frowned. She shifted her eyes back to Lynn and smiled again and said, “Listen.” She touched her shoulder and said sweetly ,“You pick up your tray and that food off the floor and go to the head of the line and get a fresh tray. Okay, sugar?”
Lynn nodded.
Landry looked at Mama and said, “Watch your ass, Mama.”
Landry walked away and Lynn proceeded to pick up the remains off the floor. As Lynn began walking back to the chow line, Mama said, “Fat, stupid bitch!”
Lynn suddenly snapped, and without warning, she smashed the tray in Mama’s face and began pounding her with it. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny all dropped their trays and began fighting Mama’s clique, preventing them from jumping Lynn. Mama could only protect her face, because her legs were caught between her seat and the table, and she was unable to fight back or maneuver. Lynn got the best of her before the guards pulled her off and out of the mess hall.
“I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” Mama yelled, as oatmeal spilled down her face.
For the second time within a month, Lynn was put back into solitary confinement, but this time without her friends. She grinned and laughed hysterically all the way to the box from the mess hall as if she was losing her mind. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny knew she was
“They can’t be but barely eighteen,” Clooney said, as saliva started foaming on the side of his mouth. Clooney’s eyes narrowed as he honed in on Tiny. “Oh, my God,” he said in a slight country drawl, “look at that little one. She don’t look but thirteen. She’s mine,” he said quickly, staking claims on her.
“That’s fine with me,” said Landry. “You can have the guppy.” Her eyes peered on Lynn’s huge breasts and ass. She licked her lips. “Because I want the big game.”
After the girls collected their food from the chow line, they began walking to a table in the rear. As they passed a table, an inmate stuck out her foot and tripped Lynn up, making her fall to the ground and causing her tray of food fall everywhere. Vonda, Tiny, and Jessica helped her up and stepped in front of the girl who’d done it.
The girl’s name was Dear Mama. Mama, as most people called her, was a huge woman, and she ran the entire Jungle with an iron fist. She was Landry and Clooney’s designated top dog and ran the three biggest rackets in prison—drugs, prostitution, and protection. She was the consummate gorilla pimp, who ran her stable of women with sheer brutality and violence. She was considered untouchable, not only because she ran the drug game for the officers, but because was considered the most violent and dangerous inmate the facility had ever had and had spent two thirds of her life behind bars. The battle scars on her face and body told the tale of a survivor in every sense of the word.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Lynn screamed, holding her own.
Mama stood up from the table to intimidate her with her six-foot height and her two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame. “What the fuck did you say, bitch?”
Vonda jumped in front of Lynn. “You heard what the fuck she said!” Though Vonda was tall, she was small in comparison to Mama.
Mama reached behind her back and pulled out a huge shank. “I’m not that bitch y’all jumped when y’all came up in here. You better ask somebody who the fuck I am.”
The girls saw the huge knife, but held their ground.
Suddenly the girls heard the officers shout, “Ok, break this shit up!” It was Clooney and Landry. Mama quickly passed off the knife to the other inmates, who followed suit.
Landry looked at the floor and saw the mess of food scattered everywhere and asked, “Whose tray is this?” She looked at Lynn’s stained shirt and smiled. “What happened here, sugar?”
Lynn looked at everyone and said, “Nothing, I slipped.”
Officer Landry looked at Mama and knew better and frowned. She shifted her eyes back to Lynn and smiled again and said, “Listen.” She touched her shoulder and said sweetly ,“You pick up your tray and that food off the floor and go to the head of the line and get a fresh tray. Okay, sugar?”
Lynn nodded.
Landry looked at Mama and said, “Watch your ass, Mama.”
Landry walked away and Lynn proceeded to pick up the remains off the floor. As Lynn began walking back to the chow line, Mama said, “Fat, stupid bitch!”
Lynn suddenly snapped, and without warning, she smashed the tray in Mama’s face and began pounding her with it. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny all dropped their trays and began fighting Mama’s clique, preventing them from jumping Lynn. Mama could only protect her face, because her legs were caught between her seat and the table, and she was unable to fight back or maneuver. Lynn got the best of her before the guards pulled her off and out of the mess hall.
“I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” Mama yelled, as oatmeal spilled down her face.
For the second time within a month, Lynn was put back into solitary confinement, but this time without her friends. She grinned and laughed hysterically all the way to the box from the mess hall as if she was losing her mind. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny knew she was
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