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these girls want to be taken to the men’s prison to have sex.  God knows, I expect to go next Saturday.  Then I look up at her, and my eyes grow wide. 
    What happens if he doesn’t ask for me again?
    “I’ll make sure he has enough condoms next time.  I can get you a barrier method too.  If you’re interested.”  She’s so business-like.  But of course, this is her business, taking care of a jail full of female prisoners, and expecting that one of them, one night a week, will be having sex.  Does she not feel bad about it at all?
    “If there’s a next time.  I mean, he might not even ask for me,” I say. 
    That is comforting, although I’ve never used an IUD.  Maybe I’ll be okay for a month.  Or maybe it won’t work at all.  Maybe I’ll leave jail pregnant.  But no one knows I’m in jail but Jamie, Constance, and Doctor Dad, so Mom will just think I got a wild hair up my ass while spending the month in Cancun.  That would explain why the baby might come out brown.  Jesus I’m thinking too much about this.  She brings me a small plastic box, which I assume contains some sort of barrier method contraceptive.  I don’t open it, and I probably won’t open it. 
    “Thanks,” I say, and take it quickly.  Then she hands me a pack of pads.  I know what this means.  I’ll probably bleed because of the morning after pill.
    “Be safe next time.”  She says it as she points toward Hughes, who leads me to the common room.  The girls are watching some action movie.  I sit in one of the chairs toward the back of the room, and begin to worry.  The worry is making my head hurt, and it’s making me nauseous.  Less than an hour into the movie, I’m running toward the bathroom. 
     
    Tony
     
    I wake up and my dick is hard.  I’d basically forgotten that it was even there after a few years in prison.  I mean, sure I masturbated in the beginning of the sentence, but after a while it lost its appeal.  There were times that I could have gotten blow jobs from the other prisoners, but I’m not into guys, not even as a port in a storm. 
    But Lani is just my type.  From her reddish brown hair, to her bright green eyes, she’s better than a perfect ten.  She’s at least a fifteen.  And her pussy is to die for, or in my case, to kill for.  I pull up the elastic waistband of my gray cotton pants, and glance down at my hard cock.
    “So, I guess you liked her too, huh?”  Yea, I’m talking to my dick.  It’s not like I have anyone else to talk to.  At least it doesn’t answer back. 
     
    Lani
     
    Two days later, they take me to the medical room after lunch.  Doctor Dad is waiting for me.  Again, I gaze at him with fresh eyes, and wonder what I ever saw in him.  Yes, I’m still thinking about Tony’s dick.  Yes, I might be whipped.  Fucking sue me.
    “How are you feeling today, Lani?” he asks as soon as he sees me. 
    “I’m fine,” I reply with a shrug.  He stares at me closely again, really surveying my face with his ice blue eyes.  He doesn’t believe me.  “I’m fine, really.”  I had a headache and was nauseous all day yesterday, and stayed in bed most of the day.  The nurse told me that was to be expected after the pill she gave me, then handed me some over the counter pain reliever.  She wasn’t even nice about it.
    “Have you been eating?” he asks me.  Yesterday I didn’t eat anything, but this morning I was starving.  I nod.  “Give me your finger.”  I extend my hand, and he pricks my finger quickly.  “It’s eighty.  It’s a little low, you don’t need insulin today.  He looks over at the black, nameless guard.  “Make sure she has extra bottled water, and some fresh fruit,” he orders.  She nods.  “Can I speak to my patient alone?”
    “I can’t allow that,” she says.
    “I’m fine, really, Doctor Foster.  Tell my dad I’m fine.  There’s nothing to worry about,” I assure him.  I don’t know what he sees in my