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The Mule
Tricia Wells lazily hung from the bars confining her in her narrow prison cell. Her skin glistened with sweat, the summer heat filled D-Wing. The old fans in the warehouse windows circulated the air but did little to keep the inmates cool, and the women were becoming restless.
She gazed into the other cells, but saw nothing but other inmates trying to beat the heat and a few guards making their rounds.
The blonde stepped away from the bars and twisted on the faucet in her cell, splashing lukewarm water onto her face and massaging her neck,. At some point, they would be let out into the yard for some fresh air, and the first chance she got, Tricia would hit the showers. But either of those releases were still hours away. So the blonde waited impatiently in her cage.
Tricia Wells lazily hung from the bars confining her in her narrow prison cell. Her skin glistened with sweat, the summer heat filled D-Wing. The old fans in the warehouse windows circulated the air but did little to keep the inmates cool, and the women were becoming restless.
She gazed into the other cells, but saw nothing but other inmates trying to beat the heat and a few guards making their rounds.
The blonde stepped away from the bars and twisted on the faucet in her cell, splashing lukewarm water onto her face and massaging her neck,. At some point, they would be let out into the yard for some fresh air, and the first chance she got, Tricia would hit the showers. But either of those releases were still hours away. So the blonde waited impatiently in her cage.
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