Barbara Harris looked over her shoulder as the steel barred door clanked shut behind her. For the next three years this would be her home, the Sexton Correctional Facility For Women. How could have she been so stupid?!? Holding those drugs for Harry had been just about the dumbest thing she had ever done, so when the police broke into her apartment, they found two ounces of cocaine and an ounce of heroin. Harry of course was nowhere to be found, leaving her high and dry. Luckily this was only her first offense, or it could have been sentenced ten years!!!
A guard led her to the admitting area where she was issued prison wear and all her personal belongings were confiscated. The same guard then took her to the administration office where she was to have a meeting with Warden Dunn. After waiting fifteen minutes or so, she was ushered in to meet the warden, and right from the start Barbara had a bad feeling about Warden Dunn, a fairly tall but over weight woman, with short dark hair framed a round face that seemed to hold a permanent scowl while an enormous chest was stuffed into a drab brown uniform that did nothing to enhance her portly figure. "Take a seat, Harris," Warden Dunn said, motioning with her hand while picking up a folder, she scanned it for a second and said, "we dont much care for drug dealers in here, so keep your nose clean, and your stay will pass uneventfully, cause trouble, and youll wish you were dead, just do as youre told, when youre told, and well get along just fine." "Sgt. Perkins here, will take you to your cell and go over all the rules, so if you have any problems, you go to him, so if theres nothing else, that will be all," intoned Warden Dunn, "good by, Harris, and good luck!!!"
Walking through the facility, Perkins went over a myriad of rules that bombarded Barbaras senses as the stunned young woman followed the Sergeant to her cell. When they reached her cell, Sgt. Perkins said, "This is your cell, number 310 in block D, you go... Læs hele novellen
