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wasn’t home that Pam would lead him straight to her mother’s bed. The bunk bed she shared with her sister wouldn’t suffice. The sound of Pam’s mother’s king-sized wooden headboard banging up against the wall intensified Dollar shoving his penis into Pam.
    They never worried about getting caught because pussy was brand new to Dollar. He never lasted more than two minutes tops, three minutes if he couldn’t find the hole right off the bat.
    Because Pam lived in Chicago and Dollar lived in Gary, getting between her legs on a regular was difficult. Dollar soon familiarized himself with the technique of jacking off. It became an everyday thing almost. This newfound skill would pay off during Dollar’s years in prison.
    Dollar closed his eyes and allowed the shower water to rinse him of his sudsy lather. This was the first time he had rested both eyes in what seemed like an eternity. Now that Romeo had declared a truce, Dollar was more at ease.
    Dollar aided the water with his hands as he stroked his now 230-pound cut physique. After making sure his skin was squeaky clean, Dollar reached for the shower knobs in order to turn the water off. Just then, a striking pain streaked through Dollar’s back. It was as if someone had taken a cement block and slammed it into his back with all of their might. The pain was unbearable. Dollar lost all strength as he fell face down onto the tiled shower floor. In and out of consciousness, he could see inmates standing over him. Among the inmates, and before losing complete consciousness, he caught view of that all too familiar silhouette.
    Damn, Dollar thought as the entire scene faded to black. Dat nigga caught me slip . . . And he slipped in and out of consciousness.
    Dollar didn’t know what Romeo had hit him with, but he knew for certain Romeo had done it. Both angry and in pain, Dollar was torn between wanting to die to escape the pain and wanting revenge.
    In the infirmary, Dollar woke up to a blond white girl standing over him. It was Crissy. She was one step up from being like the prison hospital candy striper.
    â€œHey now,” Crissy said with a smile as Dollar’s eyes slowly opened.
    Crissy’s face was the most pleasant sight Dollar had seen in years. Dollar didn’t know if it was because he had been locked up so long, but he never saw a more beautiful white girl in his life. A white chick had never even turned his head before. The only white girls he had ever looked at were the ones on the porno tapes and Playboy magazines he used to jack off to. Crissy was nothing like them. She wasn’t trashy looking. She could have been an angel as far as Dollar was concerned.
    â€œAm I dead?” Dollar asked Crissy.
    â€œWhat?” Crissy smiled.
    â€œAm I dead?” Dollar repeated.
    â€œNo, silly,” Crissy said. “Someone busted up your back pretty bad though. I don’t know who did it or what they did it with, but they sure got you good. But fortunately, you’re not dead.”
    â€œThen you shouldn’t scare people like that,” Dollar said, attempting to sit up but prohibited by the pain. “I opened my eyes and saw you, an angel, and thought I was in heaven.”
    â€œGood one.” Crissy laughed. “But do you really think a man in prison for a triple murder is going to wake up in heaven?”
    â€œYou got me on that one.” Dollar snickered. “Ouch.”
    â€œOh, you’re in pain,” Crissy said as she grabbed a hypodermic needle that was lying on the tray next to Dollar’s bed. “I was just getting ready to give you something for that. You’re bruised up pretty bad. You must be in severe pain. That’s why we’ve been keeping you out of it. Let me help you try to turn over so I can take care of your discomfort.”
    Dollar looked at Crissy as if she was crazy as she flicked and plucked at the giant-sized needle in her hand.
    â€œOh, you were