Marriage Mayhem (20 page)

Jermaine received a call from Jewell the following day during his work hours. She told him that Karen had been arrested, and was also facing a probation violation. “Maybe now she'll realize just how good she had it,” Jewell had said.

“Maybe, maybe not,” replied Jermaine.

“Yeah, you're right, Jermaine. My sister has been hardheaded and used to doing things her way since I can remember. Hopefully, she'll turn her life around this time.”

“I hope she does, Jewell. For the sake of her kids, I hope she does.”

“Speaking of her kids, my aunt dropped them off earlier this morning and both of them asked about you more than they asked about their own mother. I didn't tell them she was in jail, I just told them that she was on a vacation and would be home in a few months. As smart as Stevie is, I kinda figure he senses she's locked up.”

“Yeah, Stevie is pretty smart for his age and he's probably figured it out. Let me speak to them.”

 

 

Due to Karen's massive arrest record and convictions, she was sentenced to two years in state prison. With good behavior she would be out in thirteen months. Being incarcerated was nothing new to Karen. This was actually her eleventh time in jail.

For the first two months of her incarceration Karen was housed at the Los Angeles County Jail women's facility called Sybil Brand.

During her stay in the county jail, Karen slept practically the entire day while other inmates played cards, wrote letters to their loved ones, watched television, talked about past relationships, and, of course, engaged in unashamed lesbian acts.

During the inmate processing procedure Karen informed a jail nurse that she was currently on Zoloft and Prozac, which are psych meds.

“You'll be evaluated by our psychiatrist and put on a list like hundreds of others who claim to be taking medication. You have two choices of housing: I can either house you on the mental ward with the rest of the nuts, or I can stick you in general population,” stated the nurse.

General population consisted of a huge dormitory with sixty cells; thirty cells were on each side and the cells were designed for two inmates. Karen was housed with a Mexican woman whose name was Maria.

This was Maria's fourth trip to prison, mainly due to her heroin addiction. She and Karen were the only inmates who did not come out of their cells at dayroom time. As Karen slept the day away, Maria laid on the cement floor in unbearable pain, sweating and scratching, kicking heroine.

After a week of being cellmates, Karen and Maria finally had their first conversation.

“What's your name?” Maria asked.

“Karen. What's yours?”

“What are you in for?”

“Being fucking stupid. Yep, I'm locked up for being fucking stupid,” replied Karen. Then suddenly she began crying.

“Actually, I think I'm the stupid one,” said Maria, rubbing on Karen's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

As time passed Karen and Maria became more and more familiar with one another. They talked about the good times, and the bad times. They talked about their exes, their kids, and even talked about the way their parents had raised them. As they began to get more comfortable with one another, they shared their deepest secrets.

When they were first incarcerated the both of them looked like they had suffered from malnutrition. They were both skinny, had sunken, skeleton faces, and had no breasts at all, only a long nipple.

After a couple months their faces had begun to regain structure, and their shapes had begun to fill in and transformed back to normal. Being incarcerated had actually saved the both of them.

One night as Karen stood looking into the stainless steel mirror on the wall, brushing her long, pretty hair, Maria silently watched. Karen felt her watching her, but continued brushing her hair and thinking about the life she used to have. Then suddenly Maria eased up to her and began massaging her shoulders. The touch was so soothing that Karen did not resist; instead, she gave a positive response.

They began kissing wildly and fingering one another like they'd been waiting for this moment for several years. Seconds later they were naked.

Maria was the aggressor and Karen breathlessly and willingly followed her lead.

After easing Karen to her bunk, Maria continued caressing her and began slowly and skillfully licking all around her wet, hairy pussy. It felt so good to Karen that she could not hold back her moans. No man had ever made her feel like this before. Out of all the sexual encounters she had with other women, none of them compared with Maria. This was actually her first time in life experiencing multiple orgasms during oral sex.

After climaxing, Karen returned the pleasure to Maria and began kissing her, licking her, and sucking her pussy nice and slow.

“Lick the clit, baby, yes, now lick the inside of it, yes, now suck the clit, suck it harder, um, yes baby, yes, I'm cum-ming, ooh, ooh, oooh, yes,” moaned Maria, in complete ecstasy.

Lovemaking became a daily and almost hourly routine for Karen and Maria. Unlike the inmates who did their thing in the midst of others, Karen and Maria always shared their intimacy inside their cell.

One day while Maria was asleep, Karen sneakily wrote Jermaine a letter:

Maria suddenly awakened and observed Karen writing a letter.

“Who are you writing, honey?” Maria asked, now standing over Karen.

“My husband. I felt that I owed him an explanation for my actions and stupidity,” replied Karen, addressing the letter.

Maria studied the address, and then meticulously stored it in her memory. There was a thing or two that she had to bring to Karen's husband's attention; all in due time.

Then abruptly, Maria began caressing Karen's shoulders and then knelt over and began kissing her wetly and passionately. Seconds later they were in the bunk making love once again. It had gotten so good to them that they did not respond to chow release.

Once their lovemaking session had ended, Maria initiated a conversation.

“Listen, baby, I'm here for you, but you must realize that now is now, and yesterday and last month is gone. We can't pick up spilt milk. I sympathize with you for the things you went through with your husband, but now that you're here you have to chalk him up as part of your past. I'm the one that's been taking care of your needs and wants and desires. I hope you recognize that. I'm the one who buys your cigarettes, sweets, stamps, and envelopes, and I'm also the one who make it possible for you to make calls when you need them. Your husband has not sent you not one copper penny since you've been here, and actually I don't think he will,” stated Maria, while caressing Karen's buttocks and thighs.

Karen thought for a few seconds and then eased away.

“Regardless of your thoughts, Jermaine is a good man and I'm more than sure that he still loves me. I'm confident that in due time he'll send me whatever I ask him for.”

“You sure have lots of certainty for a man that hasn't sent you a damn thing since you've been incarcerated.”

“Like I said, he's a good man and I know that he'll come through. It was my stupidity, my ignorance, and my big mouth that's causing him to ignore me while I'm here, but like I said, he's not the type of man that holds grudges and I know that he'll soon come through for me. Hell, I can't blame him for any of this; I've got to blame myself.” Then she began crying.

“It's okay, honey, it's okay,” assured Maria, caressing her lover.

“I was a super bitch toward him and it wasn't even necessary. I cheated on him, I talked disrespectful to him just about every day, I physically fought him, and I even pulled a knife on him. He's been there for me and the kids since day one, but I had to fuck up. He's the best man I've ever had, and . . .”

“Okay, honey, you've said enough. I feel you baby, I really feel you,” Maria said, while kissing and caressing Karen.

A few hours later the gates opened for dayroom time. Karen and Maria had finally decided to go out and mingle with the other inmates. They played a few games of spades as partners, winning five games straight before finally losing. Afterward, they sat among other inmates watching
The Jerry Springer Show
. The topic was about gays who had recently come out of the closet. They were being confronted by spouses, relatives, and long-term friends.

Suddenly a black inmate approached Karen and stood silently staring at her with a mean look. The woman was accompanied by two manly looking females. Karen and Maria ignored them and continued watching television.

Suddenly, the woman spoke, directing her words at Karen.

“Bitch, don't I know you from somewhere?” asked the inmate, staring hard and thoughtfully.

“Do you have a problem with my girl, bitch?” responded Maria, springing up from her seat, aggressively.

Inmates quickly diverted their attention from
The Jerry Springer Show
to the jailhouse drama. Karen was now standing face-to-face with the angry woman. She had not taken her medication since being incarcerated, meaning that she was like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off for any reason. The fact of Karen being four-two and the woman standing at least five feet nine did not put any fear in Karen's heart.

“You better stay out of my business and take your beaneatin' ass back to Mexico, bitch!” responded the angry woman, directing her words to Maria.

Out of the blue Karen rushed the woman with a series of connecting punches. Maria joined in and took swings at the woman's associates, but by her being double-teamed she instantly got her ass kicked. Karen took charge and began dancing around like Muhammad Ali connecting severe punches to each of the unknown women as if she'd been training for this.

Suddenly the guards stormed in, spraying pepper-spray and swinging their batons, taking complete control of the situation. All of the involved inmates were cuffed and escorted to the hole.

“I'm gonna kill you, bitch!” screamed the woman who had initiated the episode.

“You've been fucking my husband, and you fucked up my marriage! Watch your back, bitch! If it means losing my release date, I swear, I'm gonna fuck you up!”

“Bring it on, bitch, I'll be waiting for you!” responded Karen. She then blew Maria a kiss and gave her thumbs-up.

The hole consisted of a row of cells designed for two inmates, but each cell was only occupied by one inmate. If the hole began to fill with inmates then arrangements would be made according to the seriousness of the case to house two inmates in one cell.

A few minutes after the inmates who were involved in the brawl were placed in the hole, the black woman who initiated things started directing threats toward Karen and Maria.

“Just wait until y'all bitches go back to GP! Y'all gonna get fucked up, and that's a promise!” Her name was Sassy, and she was housed in cell twelve.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid, black bitch!” yelled Maria, from cell eight.

“Wait a goddamn minute,” shouted a voice from cell six. “Bitch, you're out of line calling one of my sisters a black bitch! You're trying to start some racial shit up in this muthafucka!”

“Whatever,” replied Maria.

“Be cool, Maria, calm down, baby,” advised Karen, from cell two.

“I ain't scared of those bitches! Whatever they want to do, they can bring it on. And like I said, fuck you, you ugly black, manly-looking bitch. I ain't biting my tongue for none of you hoes. East L.A. in the muthafuckin' house, bitches! That's right, East L.A. in the muthafuckin' house!” yelled Maria, boldly.

“You illegal bean-eating wannabe Americanized, bitch! I'm from Compton, and I got crew from all over the muthafuckin' globe, ho! When we get through with you, you're gonna wish you were back in Mexico standing on a corner selling peanuts and oranges!” screamed Sassy.

It was considered to be disrespect when another race called you out of your name. It was okay for someone your own race to call you a name, but not someone that was another race. Maria had just crossed that line and Karen was fully aware of it. They both knew that it was a matter of time before they would be forced to deal with the consequences.