Marriage Mayhem (21 page)

After the trustees had delivered chow, Sassy began mouthing off, which instantly set off an instant verbal riot.

“Yeah, bitch, it's goin' down! Talk your shit now! You've fucked with the wrong bitch, Julietta! I've got more juice than Minute-Maid up in this muthafucka, and soon you're gonna find out, bitch!” threatened Sassy.

“Bitch, you don't scare me! You're only talking shit because you're inside that damn cell. You're nothing but a fucking cell soldier, bitch!” yelled Maria.

“Chill out, Maria, chill out!” Karen yelled, not wanting her lover to bury herself into deeper shit.

“Black, ugly, gorilla-looking bitch,” shouted Maria, and then laid across her bunk.

“I ain't finished with you yet! I'm gonna take out all my frustrations, all my past bad luck, and my being locked up on you! You'll think twice before fucking around with someone else's husband, bitch!”

“First of all, I'm not your bitch, bitch, and secondly, who in the fuck is your husband?” asked Karen, with an attitude, standing at the cell gate.

“Warren Brown, you know 'im, bitch!”

“You mean Warren that works at the shipyard, and drive a dark blue raggedy Cadillac?”

“Yeah, I'm talking about Warren who works at the shipyard and drive a blue Cadillac. I knew that was you. Are you going to deny fucking 'im and sucking 'im?”

“Let me tell you something, girl; your husband was, and still is the biggest trick in Antelope Valley. Every ho in Palmdale, Lancaster, Rosemond, and Acton knows your trick husband. He has a dick the size of a baby's finger, and always trying to pay somebody to suck it. Don't be mad at me, girlfriend; hell, he was just another trick to me. I did what I had to do to get my money on, and your husband just happened to cross my path. What I wanna know is how can you blame me for fucking up your marriage when Warren was fucking every ho on the stroll?”

“Because I caught you with him, that's why!”

“If you caught me with him, why didn't you confront me then?”

“Because my mind was so fucked-up at that time, and I was so hurt that all I could do was run away crying. I couldn't believe that he would turn to a ho for sex when I was giving him all that he wanted. I should've killed both of y'all mutha fuckas, that's what I should've done! Back to the situation at hand, bitch, I'm still fuckin' you and your bitch up,” Sassy assured.

“Like I said earlier, bring it on, no fear,” said Karen.

Immediately afterward, the black inmates began passing notes, plotting not only against Maria, but against the entire Mexican population as well. They knew that if they made a move on Maria that her race was going to defend her without question.

The blacks in the hole outnumbered the Mexicans two-to-one, and outnumbered them in GP almost three-to-one.

The white race only populated a small percentage and did not pose a threat to anyone at all.

Two weeks later, Karen and the inmates that were involved in the scrap were released back into general population. Word had spread from the hole about Maria's racial remarks toward Sassy, and now Sassy planned to deal with it.

Sassy wasted no time prompting the black inmates on how and when it was going down. The fact of her release date nearing did not make a difference to her. After being locked up for close to five years, a few extra months would not hurt her. She could accept an ass-whipping if that's what it came to, but she refused to tolerate any form of disrespect, especially from another race.

The chow hall was packed for the Sunday morning breakfast, but Sassy and 98 percent of the black inmates' minds were far from eating at the moment.

After throwing a hard look at Maria, Sassy then whistled loudly, and then suddenly the blacks begin attacking the Mexican inmates, catching them completely off guard. Several black inmates used jail-made sharpened metal objects to assault their victims, while others attacked with forks and stainless-steel cups. The riot was total chaos and too much for the seven assigned guards to handle.

Sassy instantly rushed Maria, and stabbed her several times in the neck, chest, and in her lower body. Even though Maria was lying helplessly on the floor, Sassy continued stomping her and spitting on her.

“You fucked with the wrong bitch, Julietta! I don't give a fuck about a release date! Nobody disrespects me, nobody, bitch!”

Karen wanted to help Maria, but knew that since this had transformed into a racial thing and that if she joined forces with the other race, she could possibly end up dead. She also knew that by not participating in a racial riot would result in her being disciplined by her race, but that was the decision she chose.

Minutes later several guards stormed in wearing riot gear, swinging batons, and spraying pepper spray at the aggressors, soon having the situation under control.

The majority of the blacks were taken to the hole, while a large percentage of the Hispanics were taken to the infirmary, including Maria.

Luckily for Karen, because she did not have any bruises or blood on her, and had been standing alone in a corner when the guards stormed in, she did not get escorted to the hole.

Karen spent the rest of her days alone in her cell with mixed emotions. She was in love with both Jermaine and Maria but neither of them were in her presence. At night she longed for Maria's touch, but she settled for the orgasms caused by her memories of Tyrone and Maria. Those memories were the only thing that gave her comfort.

A few weeks later Karen caught the chain to Chowchilla State Prison for Women located in Central Valley, California. The bus ride to prison was long and boring for Karen. She sat silently staring out the window, entertaining thoughts of Maria, Jermaine, her two youngest kids, her past, and her future. There were several loud, wild women talking openly and unashamedly about things that occur in everyday street life. Karen did not feel like listening to any of it but had no choice.

The inmate Karen was handcuffed to suddenly began making small talk.

“What are you in for?” asked the woman.

“Doing some stupid shit that I regret the hell out of,” Karen replied, staring out the window.

“I know what you're talking about, girlfriend. The shit I'm in here for was unnecessary as hell, and believe me, I regret it like hell too. By the way, I'm Michelle, but everybody calls me Chelle.” She offered a handshake.

“I'm Karen. Sorry we had to meet under such unfortunate circumstances.”

Karen discovered that Chelle had four children, who were all living in different foster homes due to her lifestyle. Chelle had been caught attempting to cash bad checks at a bank and this was her fifth prison term. She was raised in Los Angeles and had been on drugs since the age of nineteen. Her arrest recorded consisted of prostitution, fraud, possession of a controlled substance, and robbery. By her appearance you would never believe that she was capable of indulging in any form of wrongdoing, but never judge a book by its cover.

Karen felt at ease talking to Chelle. They clicked from the beginning and related to one another very well.

After thirty minutes of conversing and sharing deep secrets, Chelle suddenly felt the necessity to clarify something with Karen.

“I'm strictly dickly, okay? I don't fuck around with women.”

“What made you say that?” asked Karen, puzzled.

“I'm just letting you know before you get any crazy thoughts.”

“I'm cool with that. I told you I'm a married woman with kids,” replied Karen, not wanting to acknowledge her divorce.

“From what I've seen, there's lots of married women who go both ways, you know what I mean, and I ain't down with that kind of shit.”

Being from the hood and having lots of street knowledge and wits, Chelle was just the kind of associate that Karen needed in prison.

After four and a half boring hours, the bus finally made it to Chowchilla. The females were ordered off in twos and were then instructed to walk in a straight line to the inmate reception center. Once inside a male guard gestured for them to halt.

“My name is Lieutenant Jordan!” he yelled, darting his eyes from inmate to inmate.

“Most of you have met me before, and for those of you who haven't, I can be like your best friend, or I can be you worst nightmare! I'm your mama, your daddy, and your God up in here. Do you understand?”

A few inmates nodded, but none of them responded verbally.

“I said, do y'all understand who's in charge around here!” yelled Lieutenant Jordan.

“Yes, sir!” shouted the inmates in unison.

“That's better! Y'all better recognize!” he yelled, and then began walking slowly, giving each inmate a hard look.

Lieutenant Jordan had been head of operations under the warden's supervision for the past fourteen years at Chowchilla.

During Lieutenant Jordan's reign he had gotten forty-nine inmates pregnant and had sex with over 95 percent of the population. Most inmates gave him sex at his request, and he raped the few who did not want to cooperate, then threw them in the hole for a few weeks.

The lieutenant was a six feet two, muscular, dark-complexioned black man with a clean-shaved head. His eyes were small and beady, and his voice was loud and powerful. Whenever the Lieutenant spoke everyone listened, including the corrupt warden.

After the Lieutenant Jordan speech, three female guards and three male guards began separating the inmates, placing ten in each cell.

Minutes later, another guard began calling the inmates by last name to step out and take prison IDs. Afterward, they were examined by a doctor.

After that procedure, the inmates were instructed to take showers, which was Lieutenant Jordan's preferred moment.

After showering, they were escorted through the yard and on to their assigned dorms or cells.

Jermaine's time and energy was now spent on making real estate deals and writing. He was now employed by RE/MAX as an agent. Being the intelligent, motivated and persuasive man that he was, Jermaine sold five houses in his first two months with RE/MAX.

Because Jewell and Bobby always bitched about not having money to provide for Karen's kids, Jermaine made it a point to deposit one thousand dollars on the first of each month for them into an account. The money was supposed to be split among Karen's kids, but because of Bobby's greed, that never happened. Even though Jewell received a check for Marvin each month, Jermaine did not exclude him.

Each weekend, Jermaine made it his business to pick up Stevie and Alexus to spend some quality time with them. They picnicked at parks, rented go-carts and dirt bikes to ride in the desert, went to the movies often, and had even gone to Disneyland on a couple occasions.

Regardless of him and Karen being divorced, Jermaine still felt obligated to spend time with the kids. It was not their fault that they were caught in the middle of this unfortunate situation. They were totally innocent and had nothing to do with what happened between Karen and himself.

Jermaine began receiving letters from Karen like clockwork. They wrote sex letters to one another; Jermaine masturbated to her letters, while she masturbated, fantasizing about Tyrone's penis and Maria's lips and tongue licking her all over. She tried hard to get off reading Jermaine's letters, but found it impossible to do.

In their letters they made plans to get remarried and live a brighter and more peaceful family-oriented life; a future filled with happiness, togetherness, love, understanding, and sincerity. They admitted their faults and agreed to work on their flaws. They agreed to produce more love toward one another and to listen to what the other had to say. Karen had also promised to practice on her self-control; in the past she had abused Jermaine verbally so much that it was amazing that he had not left her sooner. Karen's lack of self-control had gotten her into so much shit that it was a miracle that she was still living.

Suddenly the letters stopped.
Why?
he asked himself. Initially Jermaine thought it was a simple delay in prison mail, until one day he finally received a letter from someone in jail, but that someone was not Karen. The letter was from her lover, Maria. The letter read:

Jermaine was furious after reading the letter.

“Well, I'll be damn!” he yelled. “She's gone back to her old ways. How could she turn to another woman? The letters she wrote me were nothing but a bunch of bullshit words she wrote on paper to pass her time by. I can't believe this.”

The letter had hit him like a knockout punch. He could not figure out whether to move on with his life, or to continue writing her in hopes that she would soon think like a normal human being.

Jermaine had never been a drinker, but after reading that letter he suddenly wanted to get drunk.

I can't deal with this. I think I need a drink. Something real strong,
he thought, and then made his way out the front door and on to the liquor store.

Jermaine was so confused and stressed-out behind Karen that he almost had two accidents on his way to the store. He simply could not understand why Karen had sent him letters of regret, and letters stating that she had learned her lesson and that she wanted to reunite with him and the kids once she was released. His mind was baffled and out of sync, but for some reason he still loved his wife.

“Give me a fifth of Jack Daniel's,” Jermaine said to the clerk, and then placed a one-liter bottle of Coca Cola on the counter. Never in his life had he drank Jack Daniel's, but he had heard from a coworker that Jack was the ultimate drink to assist you in dealing with your problems.

“Is that all for you, sir?” asked the clerk.

“No, it's not. I need my wife back, can you help me out?”

“That's between you and your wife, sir,” replied the clerk, smiling.

“If you can't help me, then don't ask me about my needs,” said Jermaine, giving the clerk a hard, serious look. He then paid the man and left.

He was not himself at all. Normally, Jermaine had a keen sense of humor and at the same time he was always very courteous and polite to anyone he'd meet. His mind kept changing channels going from Maria's letter, to letters Karen had recently sent him, to his wedding day, and then back to Maria's letter. He could not think straight, and the whiskey did not make things any better.

He sat on his sofa staring at the walls and ceiling while sipping Jack Daniel's. He was depressed and miserable.

He approached his stereo system and was about to listen to Al Green, but changed his mind.

“I don't want to hear no damn music, and I don't want to watch no goddamn TV, either. I need to hear myself think!” he said out loud. His voice began to get even louder.

“I need my wife back! How could she! Goddammit, how could she do this to me!” Jack Daniel's was responsible for his sudden anger.

“I gave her a good life!”

He began pacing the floor.

“I loved her despite all the bad things she said and done to me! I gave her and her kids everything she needed, everything! I showed her time after time how much I loved her, how could she do this to me! I don't deserve this; Lord knows I don't deserve this!”

After drinking half the bottle of Jack Daniel's, then vomiting, Jermaine cried his way to sleep.

A couple hours later he had a sexual dream about Karen.

“I wanna ride it,” Karen had said to him, then climbed on top and mounted herself and began giving it with a serious look. A minute later he came, and then awakened and realized it was all a dream.

The following morning instead of going to work, Jermaine headed to the prison to visit his wife.

The ride to Chowchilla would normally take two and a half hours from Lancaster, but he made it there in an hour and a half. He was energized by thoughts of seeing Karen. He figured that his presence would change her mind and possibly win her back. He still loved her and nothing or no one, as far as he was concerned, could change that.

 

 

Maria had gotten transferred to Chowchilla a month earlier. By her being a veteran to the prison system she knew that for the exchange of items such as coffee, cigarettes, stamps, cosmetics, or sweets that she could get just about anything she wanted. Her aim was to be housed with Karen, and once she touched down in the reception center, her goal was obtained. She was reputable throughout the California prisons even though she was a dope fiend and a whore on the streets.

Maria paid a hundred bucks in items for the transaction to happen. She figured that was a small price to pay for what she was getting. Besides, her father, who was a wealthy businessman, graciously supported her each time she got locked up. Each time Maria was released from prison her father provided her with an apartment, a nice car, and a substantial bank account. He figured that was the least he could do for his only child.

On a couple occasions, her father had given her a job managing one of his restaurants, but unfortunately within a few weeks, Maria always went back to using heroin. Her thing was sex, drugs, alcohol, and women.

 

 

It was Jermaine's pleasure to stand in line and patiently wait to see Karen. He had craved this moment for so long that time was not a factor.

Actually, deep down inside, Jermaine did not love Karen the way he had in the beginning, but he was so hooked on her sex that he was willing to set aside all that she had done and said to him, just to have her back in his bed. He yearned for her sex daily, and would do or say anything to assure that she came home to him when she was released.

There were correctional officers observing each visitor and inmate at gunpoint. Like any other prison there were always those who visited or had visitors come for bad intentions. Recently, several visitors had gotten busted attempting to smuggle all sorts of drugs into the prison.

A month earlier a female visitor had been caught attempting to leave drugs inside of the restroom wastebasket, but thanks to one of the loyal snitches the guards were given a heads-up, and time enough to place hidden cameras in both restrooms. The visitor was arrested, booked, and sentenced to ten years.

Jermaine was the next visitor in line.

“Aisle four, seat twelve,” shouted the guard to Jermaine.

“Thank you, sir,” replied Jermaine, and then proceeded to his area. For some reason he felt like he was in high school about to go on his first date. He felt a little nervous, but at the same time he was excited.

After seating himself his mind suddenly diverted back to the day he had met Karen. Her pretty smile, her long hair and petite shape; those were the main factors that made him say, “I do.”

Karen suddenly appeared, disrupting his thoughts. Her complexion had been restored back to its original smooth yellow color, and her hair was in a long ponytail with bangs neatly hanging in her face. He could see that she had gained about ten pounds, all in the right places. He smiled thinking,
It's all good.

Her demeanor was calm and composed and she displayed no emotions whatsoever. She was actually ready to leave before she even sat down.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Jermaine said excitedly, through the phone. Then he smiled like he had just won a million bucks.

“Hello, Jermaine.” Her reply was plain and apathetic.

“I love you so much, that—”

“I love you too, Jermaine, but I'm sorry to say that I was never in love with you. Besides, you've demonstrated that you're in love with yourself, your cars, your money, and the accomplishments you've made in life. The only thing you ever loved about me, Jermaine, was my sex. That's it and that's all,” she replied firmly, maintaining a controlled attitude. Maria had been making sure that she took her meds three times a day, as prescribed by the doctor.

“How could you possibly say something like that, Karen? I have proven my love for you and your kids since the first day we met, so how can you possibly say something like that? I have been providing for you since—”

“That's where you got things twisted, Jermaine. You may have provided for me and my kids, but actually, and please don't take this the wrong way, but you have not ever satisfied me sexually. I felt bad having to fake it each time we fucked, but I had to do what I had to do in order to keep the peace. And while we're on the subject of sex, I have a confession or two to make: because of your non-ability to satisfy me sexually, I've cheated on you on a few more occasions,” she said, staring him shamelessly in the eyes.

“You did what?” He stood angrily, giving her a hard look.

She remained cool, while he stood speechless and offended.

“You see, Jermaine, it's not about what you can buy me or my kids, and it's not about living in one of your fuckin' so-called dream homes; it's about sexual satisfaction to me, and I've told you that before. Each time we fucked, and that's all we were doing because we damn sure wasn't making love, I desired more length and width of dick and to fulfill the needs of my pussy, but you couldn't produce that. And each time you called yourself eating me out, you didn't even know what the fuck you were doing. So yeah, I did what I had to do to get that ultimate feeling that people look for when having sex. I'm talking about that same feeling that you got when I sucked or rode your dick. You enjoyed my pleasures, didn't you, Jermaine? It's so fucked-up having a husband that can't satisfy you. I mean, as much as I wanted to be faithful to you, it was just impossible.” Her mouth had always been her defensive weapon, especially when it came to breaking men down.

“You mean to tell me that not only were you fucking other men, but you were faking like you were enjoying having sex with me?”

“Sorry to bust your bubble, Jermaine, but yes, I was faking the entire time we were married and yes, I have been fucking other men during our marriage. You have never made me cum, and I just feel like now is the time to come clean with you. Oh, before I forget, I apologize for the letter Maria wrote you, but I guess that she felt it was necessary that you know about us.”

He felt like snatching her through the glass, then he felt like pulling out his hair, and then he felt like kicking himself in the ass for marrying this inconsiderate bitch.

“You mean that bullshit about you and her licking pussies and getting married is true?”

“Call it what you wanna call it, Jermaine, but the definition of it is making love, something that you're not capable of doing.” She smirked.