Carcerated Grammar Presents: 'Prison Tails' (sic)

Chapter Nine: 'Strawberry Granola'

Kumquat pulled up her panties and grabbed at the legs of her orange coveralls, taking more care to conceal the number '42' branded into the flesh of her right upper thigh than her naked chest or position hovering over the toilet. She cringed at the memory of Regina burning the number into her leg and wanted to sob at the thought of the trauma the brand was still causing her even though Regina had gotten out the year before on good behavior, the branding not reported and hence unpunished.

"What say, Strawberry?" Judy in the cell across the block from hers asked.

Kumquat rolled her eyes as she pulled up the rest of her coveralls and began buttoning them, "What say, about what?"

"I don't know! Getting enough fiber," Judy yelled across the block.

Regardless the fact Regina was long gone the resulting nickname applied once the brand had been emblazoned had not followed with her; even though 42 was Jackie Robinson's professional baseball jersey number and not Darryl Strawberry's.

However this fact may not have been the most obvious to other inmates, Baseball history in a woman's prison only of interest to Regina. Kumquat's name also being that of another fruit variety didn't help clarify the matter either, as fruit being a common denominator seemed to be a rather organic, albeit not very creative explanatory origin for the name.

But she couldn't harp on distant memories or Judy's bullshit now. The commissary was only moments away from getting in vape wands and she wanted to be the first to buy. She could already taste that sticky shatter smuggled into the block via jars of Blistex brand cocoa balm and Carmex ointment. She couldn't believe it had already been three years since her last taste. God she was going to vape the ass end out of that shatter. And then maybe download the Gaga album she had heard about down in the laundry.

She had just got an iTunes card in the mail from the latest guy she'd fished into being a penpal by sending letters and her picture to various magazines in hopes of filling her commissary coffers. Men would do anything for a pair of tits, even if they were locked up and not getting out anytime soon.

"Five dollar granola bars all around," she had yelled when the first dope she roped had sent 300$ to her commissary fund; even though they all knew they were really $7.50.

While they all knew Strawberry wasn't about to be sharing her sudden good fortune, it was still nice to think about.

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'Prison Tails' (sic) Chapter Nine: 'Strawberry Granola'
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Carcerated Grammar Presents: 'Prison Tails' (sic)

Chapter Nine: 'Strawberry Granola'

Kumquat pulled up her panties and grabbed at the legs of her orange coveralls, taking more care to conceal the number '42' branded into the flesh of her right upper thigh than her naked chest or position hovering over the toilet. She cringed at the memory of Regina burning the number into her leg and wanted to sob at the thought of the trauma the brand was still causing her even though Regina had gotten out the year before on good behavior, t...

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