part 4:
Then the all too familiar sound of steel on steel *clink* as my cell door closes reminds me, there is no escape...
as I pace back and forth in my small 5x8 cell, I think to my self... "or is there...."
I think about the guards, the cell doors, the fences, cameras, and alarms.... quickly snapping back into reality that escape is not an option... Then "Tamika" comes to my cell, and extends her arm into my cell, in a gesture to take her hand... she has pretty nails, painted red, clearly its not real finger nail polish, but some mixture of jail house supplies.. Its not until I follow the trail of smooth, hairless skin with my eyes, up her arm and to her face that I notice....