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Kelly yawned as she lined herself up behind several dozen prisoners waiting for breakfast, the guards keeping them all so close to each other that she could feel her crotch rubbing into the ass of the woman in front of her. The combined smell of the inmates produced an overwhelming stench mixing of body odor from their shirts and dried, stale urine from their pants, and this didn't even account for how horrible everyone's breath smelled.

"Morning, Kelly." A prisoner about ten years younger than her with blonde hair and pigtails smiled at her brightly. "You sleep okay last night?"

"As well as I can given the bed I have, right?" She kept her hands firmly on her sides like all of the inmates had to until they were given their trays. "Maybe I'll catch a nap this afternoon if I can."

"Good luck with that if they put you on the rock pile today."

"God, I hope not." Kelly shuddered even at the thought. "Give me laundry duty or the license plate factory over that hell any day."

"Not like us poor convicts have a say on the matter, do we?"

"No. And yet you always seem to have a perky attitude every time I run into you. You've been here for what, three weeks?"

"Two and a half, actually." She kept her hands glued to her thighs. "I figure if I'm nice and upbeat no one will have a reason to beat me up."

"Some of the bitches here would love to punch you for just that reason. How old are you, anyway?"

"I turned 18 this year. I was supposed to go to college in a couple of months, but I ended up in prison instead."

"Well, I went to college, and look how my life turned out. I'll be in my mid-50's when I get out of here, and who the fuck will want to hire me with my criminal record?"

"That won't be a concern of mine. I'll be retirement age when I'm a free woman again."

"You're kidding."

"83 to be precise."

Kelly blinked. Doing some quick math in her head, that meant this seemingly harmless young girl in front of her must've done something bad enough to earn a sentence of 65 years!

"Um....are you fucking with me?"

"Do I seem like the sort who would do that?"

She continued to smile at her as she took her tray from a messy prisoner with a hairnet.
"Why not join me for chow this morning?"

"I don't know. I normally eat alone." Despite how long she had been in Lockwood for, Kelly had avoided making any friends. Social interactions in a maximum security detention center could be potentially dangerous for a fat white collar crook like her with no fighting skills.

Still, she supposed couldn't live like that for the next 19 years...

"I guess I could. This one time." She took her tray and reacted with the expected amount of disgust. Her breakfast consisted of an orange juice carton, burnt toast, and some kind of lunch meat which had been slapped next to rubbery-looking scrambled eggs.

"They really know how to spoil us here in Lockwood, don't they?" She sat her bottom on one of the hard stools which were bolted on the ground next to the table to prevent the prisoners from ever throwing them at each other (did that ever actually happen during prison riots, or was that just a thing from bad movies?). All around the mess hall, the sounds of belches and farts could be heard as the imprisoned women talked and argued over what passed for a meal where they lived.

"I think you need to work on your attitude." Her companion dug into her eggs with the plastic spoon she had been provided. "You sound just like my mama. Complain, complain, complain."

"Yeah, well, where's your mama now?" She sipped the orange juice which tasted like it was several days past its sell-by date.

"On death row."

Kelly did a spit take like someone in a Saturday morning cartoon.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No. She murdered my daddy. Shot him in the chest. I helped her hide the body, which is why I was convicted as an accessory to the crime."

"That...um...is not what I would've expected to hear from someone your age." Kelly wasn't sure if she was scared or fascinated by her dining companion. "I mean...I've been here a while, but most of the inmates I've spoken to are thieves or drug dealers."

"I was told I was lucky not to get life, so I guess I should be thankful, right?" The inmate swallowed her juice in one gulp before digging into the terrible toast. "Are you that surprised to learn that women can commit murder too?"

"On cable TV they usually only did it if a husband was beating on them or something. I'm guessing that wasn't the case with your mom or she wouldn't be where she is?"

"It was money. That and she grew tired of him. Dad was kind of lazy. Well, at least according to my mom. I just went along with it."

Kelly gulped, starting to remember why she avoided making friends here as she imagined this girl dragging her father's body down the stairs or whatever and burying it in a backyard garden.

"Well, I stole money. Embezzlement. So I got 20 years."

"That's impressive in its own right." The prisoner lifted her ass just far enough from her stool to release a fart. "I admire women who are ambitious with their careers, even if it ends up not going well for them."

She continued to smile as she finished the last of her food. Poor Kelly had barely even begun on her breakfast (though one bite of the overly chewy eggs was more than enough).

"So...um...do you have a name?" Kelly figured it might be good to try to shift their conversation to subjects unrelated to their crimes.

"I'm Georgia. My mama thought it was a pretty name even though I wasn't born there."

"I'm Kelly. It's...well, the name I was given, I guess."

She wiped her hands on her greasy shirt (they were never given any napkins), eager to get back to her cell before Georgia casually said anything else about playing a role in murdering her own father.

"Well, kid, it's been good talking. But I've got a dump to get out of me. God knows I take four of them a day thanks to the food here. I'll be in touch, okay?"

She pushed her tray over to Georgia's side of the table.

"You're welcome to finish that."

And with that, she got to her feet and waddled off. It was still very early, and it was already turning into another uncomfortable day in prison for her.

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Kelly yawned as she lined herself up behind several dozen prisoners waiting for breakfast, the guards keeping them all so close to each other that she could feel her crotch rubbing into the ass of the woman in front of her. The combined smell of the inmates produced an overwhelming stench mixing of body odor from their shirts and dried, stale urine from their pants, and this didn't even account for how horrible everyone's breath smelled.

"Morning, Kelly." A prisoner about ten years younger than her with blonde hair and pigtails smiled at her brightly. "You sleep okay last night?"

"As well as I can given the bed I have, right?" She kept her hands firmly on her sides like all of the inmates had to until they were given their trays. "Maybe I'll catch a nap this afternoon if I can."

"Good luck with that if they put you on the rock pile today."

"God, I hope not." Kelly shuddered even at the thought. "Give me laundry duty or the license plate factory over that hell any day."

"Not like us poor convicts have a say on the matter, do we?"

"No. And yet you always seem to have a perky attitude every time I run into you. You've been here for what, three weeks?"

"Two and a half, actually." She kept her hands glued to her thighs. "I figure if I'm nice and upbeat no one will have a reason to beat me up."

"Some of the bitches here would love to punch you for just that reason. How old are you, anyway?"

"I turned 18 this year. I was supposed to go to college in a couple of months, but I ended up in prison instead."

"Well, I went to college, and look how my life turned out. I'll be in my mid-50's when I get out of here, and who the fuck will want to hire me with my criminal record?"

"That won't be a concern of mine. I'll be retirement age when I'm a free woman again."

"You're kidding."

"83 to be precise."

Kelly blinked. Doing some quick math in her head, that meant this seemingly harmless young girl in front of her must've done something bad enough to earn a sentence of 65 years!

"Um....are you fucking with me?"

"Do I seem like the sort who would do that?"

She continued to smile at her as she took her tray from a messy prisoner with a hairnet.
"Why not join me for chow this morning?"

"I don't know. I normally eat alone." Despite how long she had been in Lockwood for, Kelly had avoided making any friends. Social interactions in a maximum security detention center could be potentially dangerous for a fat white collar crook like her with no fighting skills.

Still, she supposed couldn't live like that for the next 19 years...

"I guess I could. This one time." She took her tray and reacted with the expected amount of disgust. Her breakfast consisted of an orange juice carton, burnt toast, and some kind of lunch meat which had been slapped next to rubbery-looking scrambled eggs.

"They really know how to spoil us here in Lockwood, don't they?" She sat her bottom on one of the hard stools which were bolted on the ground next to the table to prevent the prisoners from ever throwing them at each other (did that ever actually happen during prison riots, or was that just a thing from bad movies?). All around the mess hall, the sounds of belches and farts could be heard as the imprisoned women talked and argued over what passed for a meal where they lived.

"I think you need to work on your attitude." Her companion dug into her eggs with the plastic spoon she had been provided. "You sound just like my mama. Complain, complain, complain."

"Yeah, well, where's your mama now?" She sipped the orange juice which tasted like it was several days past its sell-by date.

"On death row."

Kelly did a spit take like someone in a Saturday morning cartoon.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No. She murdered my daddy. Shot him in the chest. I helped her hide the body, which is why I was convicted as an accessory to the crime."

"That...um...is not what I would've expected to hear from someone your age." Kelly wasn't sure if she was scared or fascinated by her dining companion. "I mean...I've been here a while, but most of the inmates I've spoken to are thieves or drug dealers."

"I was told I was lucky not to get life, so I guess I should be thankful, right?" The inmate swallowed her juice in one gulp before digging into the terrible toast. "Are you that surprised to learn that women can commit murder too?"

"On cable TV they usually only did it if a husband was beating on them or something. I'm guessing that wasn't the case with your mom or she wouldn't be where she is?"

"It was money. That and she grew tired of him. Dad was kind of lazy. Well, at least according to my mom. I just went along with it."

Kelly gulped, starting to remember why she avoided making friends here as she imagined this girl dragging her father's body down the stairs or whatever and burying it in a backyard garden.

"Well, I stole money. Embezzlement. So I got 20 years."

"That's impressive in its own right." The prisoner lifted her ass just far enough from her stool to release a fart. "I admire women who are ambitious with their careers, even if it ends up not going well for them."

She continued to smile as she finished the last of her food. Poor Kelly had barely even begun on her breakfast (though one bite of the overly chewy eggs was more than enough).

"So...um...do you have a name?" Kelly figured it might be good to try to shift their conversation to subjects unrelated to their crimes.

"I'm Georgia. My mama thought it was a pretty name even though I wasn't born there."

"I'm Kelly. It's...well, the name I was given, I guess."

She wiped her hands on her greasy shirt (they were never given any napkins), eager to get back to her cell before Georgia casually said anything else about playing a role in murdering her own father.

"Well, kid, it's been good talking. But I've got a dump to get out of me. God knows I take four of them a day thanks to the food here. I'll be in touch, okay?"

She pushed her tray over to Georgia's side of the table.

"You're welcome to finish that."

And with that, she got to her feet and waddled off. It was still very early, and it was already turning into another uncomfortable day in prison for her.