The Greatest Lie Part 19

"That's a nice tight cunt they installed in you. I'd fuck you again, but they are going to take you away, and by the time you get out you're going to be an ugly old lady."

I pondered his meaning as I put on my prison garb. What did Miguel know? And how did he know so much about my prison itinerary?

"What do you mean? I'm innocent. It's a case of mistaken identity."

"Who would think that the femmy little maricone would turn stone cold killa after she got her cunt."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Miguel was looking at me.

"C'mon, baby, getting your pussy installed wasn't all that went down in Thailand."

"You're right, I went to school there too."

"Yeah, and studied drugs and murder."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

The door knocked. "Inmate 265743, you are to report to the medical ward."

"Well, maricone, it was nice."

"Yes, Miguel, it was nice to see you again."

The medical staff confirmed the obvious and observed that I had had recent intercourse. They asked me I had been raped. I didn't want launch an inquiry concerning the circumstances and validity of my consent to Miguel's attentions, especially one that would be presided over by the very same prison officials whose actions made it possible, so I said that we were old friends, and I had consented.

The orderly noted the occurrence of a sexual contact and ordered me transferred to the women's facility immediately. I was shackled and taken to a transport van.

The barred interior was occupied by a young Mexican. His head was shaved, and his arms bulky and tattooed, like Miguel's. He didn't look up until the doors closed, and then he lunged at me. His shackles had been attached to the seat of the van. The chains lurched him to his knees. I shrank away, inches from his grasp

"You don't even know me, but you attack me? Why?"

"You are the he/she whore of that pig they call El Lobo."