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A Prisoners Lover

... like a bitch in heat. She looked at me with solemn eyes and said I have been thinking about something and I want you to listen. It’s rare that she gets serious enough to tell me I ‘to listen’ so I shut up and expected bad news. She asked me if how I would feel if I could have a man come up every 30 days and spend the night with me. “You mean overnight in bed; sex; playing around and all that fun stuff?” “Yup, if you could get a man up here once a month to screw your horny little ass, could you handle it? Would your girlfriend stay away from you if you were fucking a guy once in a while?” “Why are you asking me this? Remember, I’m not married. I can only get a room if I am married. I can’t just conjure up a husband.” “Yes you can; I know how. What does the warden need to prove you are married? Marriage license and certificate?” She nodded her head to the left, “go ask the gatekeeper over there.” She was referring to the guard lady standing by the door. I got up to ask the questions but I had more questions in my head. What was Janice up too? How did she think I could find a husband locked up in here? The guard told me that I had to produce a legal marriage certificate then my husband would have to show ID when he came to visit. When I told Janice that she smiled and asked me if I wanted a husband. I said what are you going to do? Advertise for one or find one craigslist? Anybody that would answer that ad to get married would be scarier than the Queen Bitch. “You don’t have to ...

... actually marry anybody; all you have to do is make the warden think you are married, true? If you show them the proper paperwork, then you can have a ‘husband’ come visit.” “What are you talking about?” I was getting mad, “I don’t have marriage papers, I don’t have a husband and I don’t know where I would find a man to be my husband, even for a fake marriage. What’s running around inside your little tiny brain?” “I started thinking about you being alone up here after my last visit. I love you very much and I can’t see you being a mare for the horse. I kept wondering how I could help. The night Mitch came back from visiting you we made love. I tried to concentrate on him but you kept popping up in my mind telling me how you couldn’t get laid. I couldn’t even climax because I was feeling guilty for getting mine and you were alone in bed.” I didn’t tell her that I had used Mitch to get myself off. I guess he was of more use to me than her that night. “So tell me, how do I get this fake husband? I don’t know anybody right now that I would want to be ‘married’ to. How are you going to arrange this for me? And where do I get marriage papers?” “The papers are easy. I did a little research on the net and found a couple of sites that will produce marriage certificates and licenses for any state I want, including this one.” “You mean forged papers. Fakes??.” “All nice, neat and official looking. They look just like mine and you can have any name you want on them. All you need to do is ...