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Crazy Things
Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: plo90
... had been arrested, convicted and incarcerated. The train thundered into Barstow in the heat of the day. Heat waves danced on the still air. It was stifling as I stepped down from the train. Sweat rolled down my cleavage as I made my way into the station. My nipples harden instantly and painfully in the frigid air of the station. The sudden climate change made me dizzy. I hurriedly made my way through station to the Hotel Casa del Desierto, next door. This was my sixth visit to see Greg since his incarceration and I made it a habit of staying at the historic railroad hotel. The accommodations were adequate and the food in the restaurant was good. I checked in and went up to my room. I showered quickly, changed into a loose sundress and took the city bus to the prison. Barstow State Prison was a minimum security facility so visitors were allowed to sit at tables with the inmates in the visiting room. I felt road-weary but perked up when Greg was led into the room already buzzing with visitors and inmates. His broad smile was a stark contrast to the depressing prison uniform he wore. He shuffled to my table to greet me. I rose to my feet and he lovingly kissed me on the cheek. We sat down at the table. "Thanks for coming Mom," Greg said as he held my hand needing the comfort of a friendly touch. "you look great, that sundress really flatters your figure." I patted his hand in mine, "I love you Baby-boy. I'd go anywhere to see you." We made small talk and ...
... caught up with each other. He asked about his Dad and even remembered it had been our anniversary. I showed Greg the new necklace his father had given me. I told him that I had forgotten all about our anniversary but his father hadn't so we had a great time at home. "I bet," he chided. I blushed and felt flushed under his gaze. I asked, "How are you getting along?" His eyes had aged and gray hairs had sprouted in his dark locks. He looked much older than his twenty-five years. He squeezed my hand and said, "I've adjusted. You know what makes the biggest difference in here?" I shook my head, "What?" Greg grinned and it reminded me of when he was in school. He would come home with that same grin, excited to share what he had learned that day. "Mom, to make it in prison you need something to look forward too." "Like your release date?" "If its close enough but most of the time it has to be more immediate. Say like mail-call. We get mail three times a week. If you think you have a letter coming, you'll hang on until mail-call." I frowned unsure of what he meant, "What do you mean by 'hang on'." Greg's eyes warily followed an inmate who passed behind me on the way out of the visiting room. "Hang on to your sanity. Some crazy things happen in here. Just the other day a guy flipped out because his wife had promised him a letter. It didn't show and it didn't show. He got really worked up cause it hadn't shown he got ...