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“Well, I’m telling you. It’s like this.” She stared
at the area near Brandi’s pussy. “Pull your pantsuit down.
Now.”

Brandi took one step back. “No.”

The woman grabbed her upper arm with her right hand. “Bitch. Say no
again and I will shank your ass.” Random sprays of spit shot from her
mouth. The woman opened her left hand and flashed a piece of metal with a pointy
tip. “Pull em down.”

Brandi pulled her arms of out the sleeves and pulled her jumpsuit down to her
ankles. Her eyes began to water.

“And your panties.”

Brandi’s thumbs eased her panties downward. She stood for a moment,
fully exposed from tit to twat, and stepped out of both.

“Now bend over,” the woman said, pointing to the chair.

Brandi’s eyes seemed to beg. She acted as if she’d heard wrong.
“What?”

“Bend the fuck over. And shut the fuck up. Do as you’re
told.” And the lady with a deep voice and oversized body had a ripe,
yellow banana in hand. She stepped in front of Brandi, facing her full on, and
held the banana between her own legs. “Now suck this.”

Brandi whimpered but placed her knees on the seat and bent over the back of
it.

The woman ordered her buddy, Cafeteria, who held on to a white hand towel,
“Put that fucking towel around her neck.”

Cafeteria began to place the towel around the circumference of Brandi’s
throat and she tightened it, giving it a firm jerk. And the third woman, Shower,
covered her mouth as Brandi squirmed for a second and then froze.

“Now, Shower is gonna move her hand and you are going to suck my fake
dick or all three of us will pull on this towel and choke the fuck out of you.
Now do it.”

As Brandi shut her eyes, she felt the tip of the banana at her mouth.

“Open.”

She parted her lips and took it in toward her tongue and swallowed hard. The
woman pushed and pulled it. Brandi gagged.

“Suck it. Suck the fuck out of it.”

As Brandi was bent over, doing her best to suck as little as she could, she
felt an object pressing near her asshole and she jerked, tightening up.

“Close your mouth and take it to your tonsils. Don’t let
up.”

Shower, who stood behind her, inserted the handle of a cylindrical brush fast
and deep.

“Uggghhhhh. Uhhhhh.” Brandi’s grunts were joined by heavy
tears rolling from her eyes to her cheeks to her chin.

The woman taunted her. “Why you crying? Oh, you can’t take it big
and forceful, huh. You like the little puberty dicks, I guess. Cut out that
whining and take that up your ass, bitch. Whether you get out of here or not,
whether they transfer you or not, I bet your fast ass won’t be fucking no
more kids. Ya see, I’m a mother. See, you basically fucked my kid and
every kid of every other woman in this place. Suck it, dammit.”

Another woman rammed her fist, knuckles and all, inside of Brandi’s
pussy, pumping her whole hand in and out, deep and furious.

Brandi began to pee on herself.

“Good girl. That means you feel that shit. I would pull this banana out
of your mouth and make you lick my pussy but if you bit me I’d have to
stick your ass.”

She continued like she was preaching. “Yeah. You’re gonna be
worth something up in here. I’ll make sure you never see another dick for
at least a year if they say you can stay with us. I’m gonna do my best to
make sure your sweet ass ends up right here at Lynwood Regional. You ain’t
gonna get no Paris Hilton treatment up in here. Me and the ladies right here, we
have very close ranks with those who matter, so don’t even think about
making a big deal of this little cherry-busting moment, otherwise the next time
we’ll lock your ass in a broom closet and bring Dildo Devine in here. Or
have Judy the Ripper fuck you in the boiler room or the laundry room. But you
need to know, no matter who finds out in the ranks, they don’t fuck with
us when it means we’re getting in the ass of child molesters.
They’ll tolerate murderers and rapists before you. They prefer we teach
you an early lesson just to welcome you to the family. See, statutory rape gets
you fucked every night. And even if you do tell, there’s still a nice,
horny female officer who’ll show up at your cell after the
nine-o’clock count and make you lick her ass with grape jelly. Fuck with
us, okay?”

Brandi moaned and her body quaked with fear. She fought not to cry but was
losing the battle. She wept and sucked and received and wept some more.

“What’s wrong? Oh, I see you don’t like women very much. Go
ahead, Shower, pull that shit out of her ass.” Her partner in crime did as
she was told, drawing the long, wide handle from Brandi’s asshole.
“I think it’s time to focus only on that coochie.” The woman
stepped back and released the now-dented banana from Brandi’s mouth.
Brandi gave a long, gagging cough and started breathing unsteadily. “I
wanna watch this up close and personal.” She stepped back around Brandi,
standing to her side. “Fuck my friend’s fist back. You got that nice
big fist up your tight pussy. Fuck her like her hand is the very dick your sick
ass was used to. Since you like to fuck so much.”

Brandi pushed her hips back. With every insertion she pressed forward. With
every withdrawal she retreated. For a dozen times more she got plummeted with
the woman’s fist until the fist was yanked out abruptly. A little more
urine escaped from Brandi’s urethra.

The woman bent down to speak in her ear. Her breath was hot and stale. Brandi
closed her eyes. “Now get the fuck up and pull your pants up and get the
fuck out of here. And baby, this little incident ain’t nothing new.
You’re a statistic, part of a very high percentage, so get used to it. And
now that you’ve been branded, your ass is mine. Pleased to meet you, with
your pretty pussy. Oh, and by the way, my real name is Coffee. I have five more
months here so we’ll have lots of fun.” She stood up straight and
continued. “Yeah, you’re my new bitch, bitch. Oh excuse me, your new
name is Brandi bitch.” She took the bristle part of the brush that served
as her dildo and popped Brandi on her backside. “Nice ass.” The
three walked away.

Brandi trembled from the coldness of being scared and kept her eyes closed as
she heard the six footsteps fading away, then she heard a door open slowly and
creak to a close.

She held her breath and turned around to sit in the chair she’d gotten
raped on. She exhaled madly. Her mind sat with her in shock. Her whole body and
the air around her smelled of pee. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, and rubbed
the dripping snot from her nose with the back if her hand. She saw her wet
jumpsuit that had been sitting in the spill of her own piss, slipped her feet
into it, still wearing her rubber-soled shoes, also wet, and balled up her
panties, gripping them tight in her hand.

The sobriety game was over.

And a whole new game had begun.

The next afternoon, Teela sat at the light gray counter of the visiting
area on the other side of the thick glass, which separated her from her friend,
Brandi Renee Williams, also known by booking number 3743330, who was in deep
trouble. She was still in the large, sterile-looking, cold jail facility.

“What in the heck happened?” Teela asked in obvious amazement,
holding on to the chipped, black receiver. “Brandi, what were you
thinking?”

Brandi didn’t move her body. Only her lips. She barely blinked her
bloodshot eyes. “It’s so easy for people to throw stones when they
live in glass houses.” She sounded like she was dying of thirst.

“But Brandi, a minor?”

“I was drunk.”

“Girl, you know alcohol is no excuse.”

Brandi held tight to the receiver and licked her chapped lips, swallowing
hard before she spoke in a monotone voice. “I’ve heard that from
everyone, from my mother to my new ex-boss, Mrs. Ross, to my attorney. But you
know what, Teela? If what I’ve been through in just the short amount of
time in this hellhole is called paying for what happened, then as bad as
it’s been, I’m accepting the fact that I’ll stay right here
and finish out what I have coming to me until God says I’m done. Like
Reverend Honeycutt said in church that day, we need to endure hardness as good
soldiers. And no doubt, I have to be one. I have to be. But I can’t help
but think that no matter if they put me in isolation or not, the truth is that
even when I get out, I’ll have no job, no family, and no life. So as of
right now, if the best you can do is intensify my guilt level, go right ahead. I
can take that easily. That thirteen-year-old boy didn’t have the luxury of
isolation. So as of today, I’m guilty as charged.”

Teela nodded and looked down, and then glanced to her left, eyeing the many
visitors who sat in a row. She looked down again and spoke. “By the way, I
was accused of peeping in the window of a neighbor.”

“Teela, did you?”

“I was looking for Austin, that’s all. That was the night we
broke up. That’s how I found him.”

“So you peeked in every condo?”

“He was in the one right across from it. It was by accident.”

“Accident. Okay. Damn.”

“Damn is right.” Teela sighed and rubbed her upper arm.
“So, what’s your bail?”

“Too high.”

“What is it?”

“Five hundred thousand. I need fifty thousand to get out.”

“Damn again.”

Brandi began to hold on to the receiver tighter, talking straight up.
“Teela, do you know that I went to a sex shop to see what was up with the
glory hole you talked about the first night I met you? I’ve continued
pretending to be a streetwalker, fucked strange men, giving them head more times
than I can remember. I have no control over what I do any more than I would have
control in here. Honestly, I hope I stay in here and get treated like shit.
Because I
am
shit. If I couldn’t start this whole ‘stop
lusting and become sober’ shit before, I guess I have no choice now. It
might just take my freedom to change me. I’m willing to do
whatever.” Her face looked like she was ready to cry, but no tears
fell.

“I understand. But Brandi, for right now, you have to stay focused on
your case. You’ll be fine. I just know it.”

“I guess have to. I won’t be having a drink or a good fuck up in
here.”

Teela carefully examined every line and feature on Brandi’s face. She
looked ten years older than she did only days ago. “Are you okay?
What’s going on in there? I know this is hell, but you just look like
you’re zoned out.”

“This is probably just the real me. No tequila. No need to be charming.
Just me.”

“Okay,” Teela said, as she looked around. “Girl, I’m
gonna have to run. I’ve got a guy coming in with his employees to get a
tour soon. But I’ll be back to see you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay up.”

“I’ll try. Teela. By the way, I liked him.” Brandi’s
eyes were glassy and far away. She looked down at the scar from her slit wrist,
and back at Teela.

“You what?” Teela looked like her ears were deceiving her.

“The thirteen-year-old. My student. Keyshaun. I liked him.” Her
face was swaddled in guilt.

“Oh, Brandi.” Teela gave Brandi a warning look and then leaned
back and reached into her pants pocket. “Girl, I’m gonna see if I
can send you this coin.” She held up the silver SA chip. “I got it
at the last group meeting. On the front it says, ‘To thine own self be
true.’ It celebrates twenty-four hours of recovery. No sex.”

Brandi said, “Congratulations.” Her voice was still unvaried.

“Thanks.” Teela pushed her chair back a bit. “And by the
way, it has the Serenity Prayer on the back. Remember to ask this, ‘God
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change
the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.’ I mean, it
couldn’t hurt.”

“Thanks, Teela.” Brandi still looked stone-faced. She then said
out of the blue, “I’m not usually one to tell, but I think I should
let Miki know something.”

“What?”

“The night we met Tariq and I told you I knew him. Well, he’s a
cross-dresser. I did him one night when I was on the streets, and he was dressed
like a straight-up bitch, getting off on schoolgirl role playing.”

Teela’s eyes expanded. She poked her head forward. “Are you
kidding me?”

“Not even. Will you tell her?”

“Oh no, I don’t think so. It shouldn’t come from me, if it
should be said at all. I don’t know.”

“Well. I just had to say that.”

“Good-bye.” Teela hung up, then ran her fingers through the back
of her hair and stood, taking departing steps, seeming confused as she looked
back.

“Bye,” Brandi mouthed while hanging up.

And as the guard approached, Brandi still watched Teela and gave a single
wave as she walked away. Free.

The guard took Brandi by her arm. Still locked up.

She walked slowly, thinking about how her Camaro alter ego had heard the
voice saying she was unlovable.

It was the voice that tapped against her childhood.

And Brandi realized her heart heard it, too.

That voice was why her heart had been broken.

She walked back to her solo cell and said in response to the Serenity Prayer
that was still in her head, “I accept. I surrender. Amen.”

And she prayed for an unbroken heart.