Owens County Jail (closed thread)

[Veshnego]

It had been 2 years since I was sentenced to life for murder. I had given up all hope of ever finding that special girl.... certainly in here. So I had begun to bide my time by writing novels. Certainly something, I was the best in the world at but it helped me pass the days. I live out my life or rather what my life could have been through them. But some times I wrote about the romances I could only imagined or the women I hoped to meet.

Till one day that all changed and the first woman whom I really cared about came into my life or what was left of it. Her name was Samantha O'Hagen. She was a new guard here and what a breath of fresh air she was. The beautiful brown hair that was always french braided and her soft green eyes that made me melt every time she came around for morning count. She wasn't over weight but she some weight left over from a child or two. This was so attractive though, for some odd reason. But I bit my tongue whenever she came around in fear of scaring her off. But I could tell by the glimir in those green eyes that in some odd way she had feelings for me...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Samantha

"Sam?" Lita moved outside holding the silver lunch box in her hand, "You forgot your lunch."

The maid stood on the front porch, holding her youngest in her arms.

"Oh, hell. Thanks Lita!" Sam rushed up the steps and grabbed the box. With a wave she was back to her car and heading to work. Her life had become hectic and stressful with the death of her husband two years ago, now she longed for one peaceful day. Just one was all she was asking for.

Tired from being up late with a sick child, the other awake because the other was sick. She needed more time but knew it wasn't possible.

She had landed this job at the prison just three months after her second was born. She had no choice, the insurance didn't pay enough to keep on living for much longer and bills would be due. In this remote area of the state, the prison was her best option. It didn't pay all that well but the bennefits helped alot with two young children.

The warden didn't want a woman working in a male prison but knew sexism wasn't allowed these days, regardless of the woman's safety or not. This too was causing problems. Inmates, co-workers, and the warden always watching for a reason to fire her. The only good thing going was her co-workers in general pop. stood up for her. She had a few friends there, but she wasn't working to social.

Hard work and passing their self defense course kept her aloof. Two children to raise kept her single, and that suited her just fine. Love landed her no where but here, rotting away in the corner of no where, worrying over enough hours to feed her kids.

"Evenin' Sam."

"evenin' Rich." She signed in and drove through the heavily guarded gate. Parking, she used one of the many keys to let herself into the employees area. The only woman guard for the first year, the warden put off building them their own locker room until the state came in and inspected the prison. Newly hired women, even a new doctor prompted them their own locker room finally.

She was weary but didn't let it show. She was lonely but wasn't about to take up offers from murderer's and old men... until recently with the newest shipment of inmates. Upper state was beginning to over flow with lifers, and so they sent down two buses about six months ago. This also helped get them all raises having more inmates to see to and secured her job a bit more. They created a sectioned off area for the lifers and put her and another in charge. There were other guards around, but when it came to the new block, Sam was head bitch in charge.

Nothing was going wrong lately, except she began to notice one inmate, a young one, staring at her more often than not. If it had been once it wouldn't have been a problem.. she was a little uneasy about his stares. Brushing it off, she knew it was because he was locked up and she represented something he couldn't have. Pussy.

Still, she found him polite and well manners, a prisoner who did not give her much trouble. With all the rules and things they weren't allowed to have, she knew she'd have a harder time dealing with these prisoners verses those in Gen. Pop.

"They're about ready for dinner Sam, they're all yours." Hank interrupted her thoughts as he passed her by. With Hank running days and Sam in charge of nights, things went smoothly.. so far.
"Thanks Hank. Say hello to the missus for me." He waved and nodded, walking off and glad to be going home.

"Lett'em out!" The guards moved to stand ready as the doors slid open and men began to file out. They knew the drill, dinner, and hour of weightroom/tv and then back into their cells. She stood looking over the list of newest requests as the other's led the men to the mess hall.

"I will see to this one later." She followed behind, hand constantly on her gun. The men were given a tray and seated, rounds as usual were made while the men ate, checking rooms for contriband. She stood against the wall, her eyes moving over each man. Always watchful and waiting..

 

[Veshnego]

I got my tray and set down at the table with normal group...nothing special as always. I began to eat my food, hamburger suprise doesn't sound to appitizing but it fills you up when it doesn't make you sick. I drank my tea and waited on them to move us to the next tv room. I had plan.......

"Officer O'Hagen" I called "I'm not feeling well at all, can i go to the infirmery?

I hoped she would say yes because it is long walk from cell block B to the hotel, as we inmates called it. So I stood there and wondered how she would respond to this. The woman of my recent desires now had my full attention and I think she could see that I was not going to force anything on her or in her if you will.

Another guard ordered me to go dump my tray and I did and returned to her waiting on her answer.....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

She looked over at Vince, he did look a little pale.. But eating this shit, who wouldn't be?

Vince was the one who liked to stare at her but said little and never approached her for any reason. A quiet and well behaved inmate, surprising since he was convicted and sentenced to death. Appeals were keeping him alive, that and the Mayor. It was none of her business. These walls and what was inside was, and whether she wanted to walk across the damned prison or not, she would do it.

They warned her not to be soft with these criminals, but they were human too.

"Alright, Jones." She eyed Vince a moment and then motioned him to come to her. "You first Jones and remember the rules." She escorted him out the door and had him stand and wait while she handcuffed him. Safety reasons, and proceedure.

She opened their main block doors and let him pass through. She was curious and almost asked him what was wrong but decided against it. Getting to know inmates, especially death row inmates was pointless. Still curiousity ate at her a little, maybe a bug was going around? That could explain her youngest's illness.

"Flu, Jones?" She questioned him as she opened another door and waited for him to pass through.

 

[Veshnego]

I winced some at the metal around my wrists, I never liked that feeling nor will I ever. I moved through the doors with her right behind me. Flu she asked......

"Not really...something else hurts and I was wondering if you could help me!" I told her.

I had been waiting for this chance, this chance for use to be alone and now it had come. We just needed to move someplace where we couldn't be seen. I turned around to look her dead in her eyes with my ice blue ones.....I could see her hand tighten around her gun even more

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

"Turn around Jones!" She ordered as her hand tightened on the gun handle.

"If you aren't feeling well the nurse will see to you, if you are just trying to pull something on me I will be forced to drop you." She gave only one warning, unsure just what he was thinking but with a lifer you never know.

She backed up a few paces, a little edgy and worried she might have to use her gun.

 

[Veshnego]

Vince

"Listen Sam," he said " Since you've starting working here I've had the biggest crush on you. I know the rules and I still can't help myself. Your the reason I keep going now. I'm not ever gonna see the outside world. But I can see an angel every day"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

She was taken off guard with that confession, stunned completely. She stared hard at him a moment and then laughed.

"You have been locked up only a short time and have already lost your mind." She shook her head.

"Back to the cafeteria Jones, and no funny business." She turned and waved him along back the way they came. She wasn't going to listen to such nonsense from him.. Not today. She had little sleep last night and was in no mood for jokes and pranks.

Even if she wanted to think it over, rules were rules and there was no fraternizing allowed with inmates.

"Go along Jones, I don't need trouble today." She sighed, he may be serious but she was sane.

 

[Veshnego]

" I'm sorry for this" I muttered shaking my head "Sam at least taking think about it."

I made my back to the mess hall. My head hung low all the way. I knew I had blown my chance with her I knew it. The only way i was gonna feel her arms wrapped around me was in another one of my novels. I looked over my shoulder as we moved from the now empty mess hall back to the cell block, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

She said nothing more to Jones, escorting him back to the mess hall. Since dinner was done, she kept him moving back to the weight room. All the inmates, what few there were here, were already settled into games, tv, reading and some showered.

It was the death row inmates that had absolutely no freedom, but if the warden has his way, the lifers would be treated the same. Luckily he didn't make all the rules.

She took Jones back to the main room, locked the door and unlocked his hands. "Behave yourself." She looked up at him before moving off to her station.

"We went through their rooms.." One of the guards set down a small bag and a stack of composition books.

"Who had the weed?" She wasn't surprised to find this, it was a constant thing lately.

"Smith."

"Solitary confinement for two days." She put the weed into a box and locked it. She would take it to the insinerator later. Smith was here for life, no hope of parole. No need to go through more money filing charges. She sighed and then glanced at the stack of composition books.

"Why were these taken? Journal's aren't against the rules.."

"These aren't journals they are stories..."

"So you think he is trying to make money or something?" She eyed the guard and then the books.

"Never know, Jones thinks he's wronged.."

She interrupted him, "These are Jones's?" She was a little surprised to find that Jones was a writer. But times on their hands, people never ceased to amaze her.

"I will take these and read through them, if they aren't a threat or hiding anything they will be returned. In the future, ask me before removing personal effects." She dismissed the guard and stared at the front cover of one book.

Jones caused no trouble, why was this guard picking on him? well until today with his romantic notions, but she could simpathize with Jones, it was lonely in here. hell even out there..

A couple of hours passed, "Bed time!" She barked out from her station, rising for head count. The men knew the system, knew the routine. she made her way along her row of men, counting each and marking off names. Two levels of rooms, completely circling her, it didn't take long to go through the few men present.

"IN!" A guard called out, all men accounted for. Doors were shut once they were inside, "Lights out!" Another turned off the main lights, leaving only her little station luminated.

"Good night boys.." She let the few guards go into the break room and nap until morning. If she had any troubles, at this time of night, it was easily enough solved. Taking her flash light in hand, she slowly began to walk the circle, every now and then moving to the upper level and doing her circle there.

This could get so damned boring, repetitive shit always was. She settled later and opened one book. Sitting she read for a few minutes before glancing up and seeing Jones standing before his door, just watching her. She quirked a brow for a moment, meeting his gaze before her attention was drawn back to the composition book.

 

[Veshnego]

Vince

I saw her pick up my books, I knew one day they would be taken. At least someone could appreciate them. I had poured so much into them and they were taken from me. Not that I did mind at all because my plan was now coming together. She had my books just what I wanted......

I looked to her like I always did...with some new emotion and desire for her. I knew she reliezed that those storied were based on her, and then she would honestly know how I felt about her. Everything was working perfectly

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

Reading through the first composition book did not take long, but it had captured her interest. He had a way with words, that was for certain.

Rising, she set it down and walked a few minutes to stretch out the kinks in her legs and lower back. She needed to do something more than sit, but the draw of the books pulled her back to her work station and her desk.

Seating herself, she pulled open the next book and began to read. Somewhere durring the course of one and a half stories, she began to realize too that Jones's female character was so similiar to her, it made the fine hairs on her neck stand up.

The things he wrote.... She felt a flush cover her skin as her eyes roamed over a rather steamy scene in his story. Shaken a little by the character's whispered words and actions, she snapped the book shut and stood up. She stacked the books back together and set them down.

She needed to return these and forget she read them. Forget that he used her name in them. Her description.. Her habits, the personal ones he seemed to pick up on. Had he done this on purpose or were these thoughts real?

Whoa! She chastized herself mentally. He was a prisoner and she was a guard, he was in here for life for a crime, usually a violent crime at best.

She grabbed the books and headed up the stairs. Her shoes the only sound in the wide room, she tried to keep her thoughts under control. She wouldn't ask him, she'd just give them back and get back to work.

She coached herself until she stood before his cell. He still stood at the door, hands holding the bars as his eyes studied her.

"I believe these belong to you." She spoke quietly and handed them through to him.

 

[Veshnego]

sorry for the delay

he looked up at her, with his ever innocent eyes.....

"Thank you, I hope no one read them. They do contain some personal things." he nodded some taking them from her. " I think you would enjoy this one" he said as he left the last book in her hand." Let me know what you think....."

he placed the books on his shelf and slid back under his covers with an evil grin hidden from her veiw.................

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

She eyed Jones and then the book, one of them she hadn't read. Saying nothing she turned to leave and stopped short.

"What do you mean by personal Jones?" Did they contain confessions of his crimes? Did they contain longings? She had noticed how similiar she was to the female characters in his short stories.... What did it mean?

 

[Veshnego]

Vince

he just spoke,


"Well they are personal because of what they are written about. I'm sure if you had writing like that, you wouldn't want everyone reading it. Now would you ? I mean maybe you could help with them, you know give me some new ideas"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

"Perhaps, Jones." She said nothing more as she walked off and returned to her desk. Seating herself, she set the book down on the desk top but unopened. She stared down at it, debating if she really wished to read it or not?

Perhaps later, for now she had rounds to make. Pushing it away she rose again, taking her flash light in hand, she began to slowly patrol the cell block floor. Checking room by room for any violations. Checking to make sure no one was being raped, no one was using drugs, they were in their beds, things like that.

Every hour she took a head count, but it was pointless considering no one had ever escaped from this place and no one ever would.

Morning came quickly and her quitting time. Taking the journal with her, she clocked out, handed in her keys and guns, changed and drove home. She had to get the kids off to school and then get some much needed sleep.

 

[Veshnego]

His plan was moving along nicely....she was going to be with his grasp before to long. all he had to do was keeping playing the right cards at the right times.

he knew she would want to read some more of his stories once she finshed that one. But how long would it take her, he wondered. He had no idea how fast she read but she would come back, he would bet on it.

The day pasted rather quickly and dinner time was near and Sam would return. The thought flashed through his head........."just wait" he kept telling himself

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

"I'm taking him for awhile, handle things here.. he needs to see the shrink." The guard listening nodded his head as she spoke.

"JONES! Come with me." Sam approached him as she called his name. Her eyes showing dark circles from her late night and lack of sleep. She had spent too much time reading his stories instead of sleeping, she was a little grumpy today and irritated with him.

It did take a little while to catch on, but it caught on quickly.. He was writing about her in those stories, there was no other 'inspiration' around to sum up a replica of herself.. Nor were the little slips here and there in his stories with some of her personal information, including her name once used.

They were staying in the same cell block so she didn't bother with hand cuffs, she just waited for him to dump his tray and follow her to the shrink's office. Dr. West wasn't in yet, but he would be soon enough.. it would give her some time to talk to him herself, and alone.

 

[Veshnego]

I groaned as I heard his name. What now, had I wondered. I got up and put his tray in the receiptical.

" What did I do now?" he asked.

I followed Sam as she walked toward the barred door and opened it. She opened it for me and told me to enter. I did so and walked through taking in a deep breath as I passed her, breathing in her essence and her aroma. She was wearing something different tonight, something new..

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

"Sit down Vince." She left the door unlocked but closed tightly. Turning she put down the blinds so that no one could see in.

"Dr. West will be here in a little while, but I wanted to speak with you alone. As you know, I read those short stories within that book.. Some things there caught my attention. I am curious, who are you writing about in them?" She wasn't sure if he'd admit it or not, maybe she had been over reacting?

She turned back to face him and leaned against the desk top, studying his face for some signs to give away his inner thoughts?

 

[Veshnego]

"Sam, I wrote those stories, merely to invoke thought. You took them as you wanted to take. That was my intent. Your right the lead woman in all of them is modeled after you, I won't lie. But that is where it stops"

I knew how to word my sentences so I could control the conversation. and I had done just that.

"Now Sam there is something to want to talk to you about. But I don't know how you will take it."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

"Modeled after myself? Interesting choice to make there, Jones." She could see how he had few options being as there were few female guards and she couldn't remember any working her cell block. So that wasn't a problem, case solved.. Boy did she feel like a total idiot.

"Something to ask me? You want a conjical?... time in the yard?" Few came to her except when they had a problem or needed some time to themselves... in here all they had was time.

She couldn't ever remember Jones having a visitor however..

"What is it you want to ask?" She felt the tension leave her, no longer worried he was thinking improper things about her.

 

[Veshnego]

Vince

"Well it is about a conjcal.......but it's with someone whom, I normally wouldn't ask this of. I don't want her to feel uneasy or sacred of me. I just wanted to do what 2 people do when they feel this way."

he waited a few seconds............

"Sam, I want to be with you"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sam

She stared at him, stunned would be the correct look on her face. She never would have expected this kind of question to come her way, especially from an inmate!

Ok, rationally she knew he was hard up.. Who wouldn't be? She would if she was locked in this kind of place with no means to satisfaction.. but to say he wanted her?

She was flabbergasted to say the least.

"Vin... Jones. Uh..." What could she possibly say to that?!

"Penal code clearly states that extracurricular activities are not allowed between Inmate and Guard..." She stammered over her answer, bewildered completely why he wanted this, why he would even voice such a desire!?

She stared at him, finding it rather hard to be mad at him for his question.. Finding it really hard to be insulted or to just walk out of the room.

 

[Veshnego]

"Penal Code my ass. Forget that we are in here, do you feel something or not ? Do you want me to please you like you never have been before ?"