Chapter 12 - Sweet Association

Wood handed back the can of misappropriated soda. It had probably been given to Macadam by way of a corrupt guard, she figured.

"Did you just backwash back my cream sodie," Macadam shouted.

"Nuh- No," Wood replied, her eyes shooting wide with shock and confusion.

"Then why yo friends all up 'round the lip of my can then, Cherry?"

"My friends," Wood asked.

"Yeah, yo friends," Macadam said, pushing the can of soda under Wood's face and pointing out the amber, carbonated droplets of soda trapped in the small channel between the mouth and lip of the can.

"Take back yo friend's," Macadam demanded.

"Wh-what?" Wood asked, completely baffled.

"I said take back 'chur-god-damn friends."

"I- I don't... know what you mean," Wood said, the absolute terror she was enduring bleeding to the channel between her own mouth and lip in tremors.

"You better suck off what you left behind," Macadam demanded, now pushing the can into Wood's mouth."

"Suck'em off," Macadam aggressively gargled, keeping what could have otherwise been heard throughout the cell block between the two of them instead.

Wood softly slurped at the lip of the can. The creamy, refreshing goodness of the Cream soda just as flavorful as her previous, 'issue' inciting taste, but forever-no longer as sweet or ever again precious in her memory.

"You better suck those friends off even 'harder,' Macadam emphasized, "I don't want to see 'nary' an indication theys was ever there."

"Yuh- Yes, ma'am," Wood murmured, slurping as hard on the can as anyone still in possession of lips could, the burn of tears welling up on her face and the tickle of a trickle of watery snivel threatening the fall from her figurative sickle.

Macadam pulled away the can and moved to the back of the cell. "Oh, now don't you start crying on me," she snarled, "I got one- maybe two indulgences in this damn place and you're gonna backwash into my Cream Sodie?!"

Wood sniffed back a drop of snot.

"Girl you still may not know where you're at, but you abouts to figure out."

"I'm s-s-sorry," Wood stuttered, still in complete disbelief of where she was or what was happening.

Macadam stepped back to Wood, " GET your ass up," she demanded, her irate heat radiating.

Wood's hands shot up to hold Macadam off and her face defensively turned into the pocket of her left shoulder.

"I said getch'yo ass up." Macadam spat, grabbing Wood by the back of the head, pulling her up and forcing an aggressive, open mouth kiss onto her face.

Wood didn't want to feel- didn't want to register- didn't want to associate- not the taste, not the smell. Not of the air, not of the juices being exchanged, not of the feeling of what contained or generated those juices- even though the taste of the Cream soda helped to mask and partially remove her from all of them; if she could only just focus on it and only it. But that's all her brain could do-that's what it was geared for-make associations. And for the ones she hadn't experienced before, well, her brain also helped to form a permanent impression and subjective representation of the moment while at the same time blazing new neural pathways and associated links between not only what was new about the experience, but to also link it to the corresponding and associated sense memories of what was similar or previously formed as a sense impression.

Disengaging from the kiss, Macadam pulled Wood's head away using her hair like a rope and pushed her to the bars of the cell door, forming yet another association.

"If I want your backwash I'll take it from you. Understand!?"

Pain from being blasted against the bars began to slowly creep through Wood's back and into a place under her heart. She wanted to gasp, but it wasn't as bad as what she remembered the feeling of having the wind knocked out of her was.

"I said, do-you-under-stand," Macadam emphasized with a staccato delivery."

"If you want my backwash, you'll take it," Wood choked, her fear having been jarred right out of her and replaced with the inconvenience of moderate pain.

"You're god damn right, I will," Macadam said, pointing to the ground and strutting back to her can of Cream soda.

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'Prison Tails: Chapter 12 - Sweet Association'
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Chapter 12 - Sweet Association

Wood handed back the can of misappropriated soda. It had probably been given to Macadam by way of a corrupt guard, she figured.

"Did you just backwash back my cream sodie," Macadam shouted.

"Nuh- No," Wood replied, her eyes shooting wide with shock and confusion.

"Then why yo friends all up 'round the lip of my can then, Cherry?"

"My friends," Wood asked.

"Yeah, yo friends," Macadam said, pushing the can of soda under Wood's face and pointing out the amber, carbonated droplets of soda trapped in the small channel between the mouth and lip of the can.

"Take back...

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