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... followed closely and at the entrance, she pushed me in. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked, as I turned around. “We have to make this look good.” I replied, and got on my knees in front of her. She bit her lip in thought, watching me cower in front of her. “Look, I got another year left and I don’t want any trouble.” she admitted, “So don’t be starting shit and there won’t be any.” I nodded in agreement and whispered, “Slap me.” “What?” she asked; confused. “Slap me; they’re watching.” I hissed. She hesitated, pondering my demand, and then submitted, giving me a slap across my left side. I acted like it was a lot harder than it was and fell over moaning. Gasps sounded among ‘Holy shit!’ and ‘Damn!’ from behind us and Casey perked her ears up, hearing their response. Turning around, she asked, “Don’t you guys have something better to do?” and turned back to me. “That’s good.” I said, leaning on the bottom bunk. She squatted down and asked, “Did I hurt you?” Smiling, I said, “Nope, I’m cool.” and sat up straight. She sat down on the bunk beside me and asked, “What was all that about?” I shrugged and said, “I don’t want any shit either.” and climbed up to take a seat beside her. “One of us has to be the bully and since I don’t know anybody, it might as well be you.” She nodded in understanding, “Yeah, they all act like hardened criminals but most of it is hype.” “Still, I don’t want to be fighting every one of them.” I replied, and introduced myself, “I’m Tony… ya. ...

... Tonya, that is.” “I’m Casey.” she replied, shaking my hand. “There’s something different about you, Tonya.” “Yeah, I’m a duck out of water here.” I admitted. “To tell you the truth; there’s a lot of things different about me.” A class bell sounded and everyone scrambled outside, heading for their cells. An announcement, ‘Seven o’clock’ came across a p.a. system. “I have to grab something.” Casey gasped, and headed into the day room. I climbed up to the top bunk and waited. She returned in time for the guard to lock the cell door shut, claiming, “I got it!” taking a seat on her bunk. “What is it?” I asked, a bit curious. “My drawing I was working on.” she said, holding it up for me to see. I saw a musclebound cartoon dragging a dick for a third leg; it had some girl thrown over its shoulder giving the impression that she was in trouble. She even drew a trail it left behind. It was incomplete, leaving the girl and top half of the man beast unshaded. I grinned and said, “I see what’s more important to you.” and pointed to the detailed phallus. “Oh stop it.” she chastised, “Obviously, this is a picture of how women are being dominated by men.” she huffed. I looked at it again in her lap, “No” I argued, “That is a picture of a girl about to get long dicked by a monster.” “So?” she retorted, “Maybe she likes it.” “Like it or not, she’s going to get fucked for sure.” I replied, studying it. “Besides, you got the head backwards.” I pointed out. “Head?” she asked, confused. “The dick ...