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Lady In The House Ch. 13

Then it dawned on me! I know who I looked like!

I was dressed in the spitting image of my sister Angie!!!

Could it be coincidence? I thought not. There is no such thing as a fucking coincidence in the dark underworld of Chelmsford prison. I guessed I would find out soon enough; I set my resolve not to upset the Warden or Steve today. I was terrified at the thought of having to face Angie this afternoon when she came to visit. How could I explain to her that it was my fault that she had been raped? But, I needed to see her so that we could work some sort of plan to enable her to escape from the clutches of Steve's outside henchmen.

A small bottle of "Poison" perfume had been included with the cosmetics and I spayed generous amounts on my neck and décolletage then a quick squirt under my skirt. 'An old girl like me remembers old tricks I guess,' I thought, almost breaking into a smile despite the helplessness of my situation.

'Carmel; you might be a prison brothel madam and fag-hag but sometimes your blood's worth bottling!' I thought to myself when I saw the tell-tale rectangular bulge in one of the side pockets of the carry-bag. I unzipped the pocket and smiled with pathetic glee as I reached in and pulled out a packet of Marlboro's and a plastic Bic lighter. I had kicked most of my bad habits that I had taken up in Chelmsford Prison all those years ago. Now that I was back inside, I might as well at least take up a bad habit that I enjoyed I thought, and lit a cigarette.

I sat back down on the cot to await the Warden. I stepped back into my pumps and started painting my nails as I whiled away the time. I tried to think of anything but what had happened to my sister. I chain smoked cigarettes while I carefully put two coats of plumb-red nailpolish on my fingernails. It was important to match nailpolish and lipstick, I remembered what Carmel had taught me.

At some stage during my reverie I realised I had no way of removing my makeup and nailpolish when the Warden had finished his visit; unless Steve was going to bring me some facial cleanser and nailpolish remover. 'What the fuck!' I thought; 'removing my makeup is the least of worries right now.'

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