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They're all decent men. I guess I'm just not lucky with boys. (Hopefully that'll change!!)
I am amazed, though. Jordan left #29 to come and find me! Tom said she argued him down and wouldn't let him go with her. Wow! Maybe she does like me. Well, that's not exactly what I meant - I know she likes me. I just didn't know how much.
We touched a little bit on why she likes women instead of men. I thought it was because of her stepdad, but she says it's not. After thinking about it, I'm pretty sure she's right. It's hard to explain, but I think she's always been this way, regardless of her past circumstances.
And I have to admit, I'm even more curious about the logistics of it all now. Maybe I'll check in the library downtown next week...
Prison Sex
Tool
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open.
Do unto others what has been done to you.
Chapter 3
Senior Year
My Ruin
Sevendust
Inside my shadow, I can hear you.
Am I near you?
Inside my shadow, I can smell you.
Can I tell you?
Inside my shadow, I can love you.
Think I need you.
Inside my shadow, I can feel you.
I embrace you.
Am I real?
Am I real?
Save my ruin in dust, my world has turned to rust.
Save my world, oh, my world.
Sonny was curled up in an old armchair at the warehouse. A heavy textbook was cracked open on her lap and a spiral notebook crammed into the side cushion as she concentrated on the print. She would pause occasionally, pulling the pen from behind her ear to jot down a quick note.
Nearby, her brother lounged on what used to be the bench seat of a van, flipping through a magazine. On the makeshift stage, Jordan and Atkins worked on a song. Rehearsal was at a standstill, Hampton having a meeting with someone "in the biz," he had said. His girlfriend, Lisa Foley, was there, seated on the edge of the stage with another woman as they watched the two guitarists work.
The teenager finally finished her chapter and looked up at the stage. The stranger - Number fifty-six, she thought - was nearly drooling as she watched the redheaded woman on stage. Sonny's lip turned up in a sneer. Do any of 'em have any brains? she wondered. Shaking her head and clearing it of the uncharitable thought, she set the book to one side of the chair and stretched out her long legs.
At seventeen, it appeared that the dark girl had finally stopped growing. She was already five foot eight, looking most of her male peers in the eye. She'd walked with a slump last year, trying to seem shorter for a time, until Jordan had made some rude remark about slouching around with a bull's eye on her forehead. From that point on, Sonny had stood tall and towered over the boys. Until they caught up with her this last year, anyway.
"How's it going?" Middlestead asked from his seat.
The teenager grimaced and ran a hand through ebony hair. "Crappy. This chemistry class is gonna be the death of me."
Her brother chuckled. "That's what you said about trigonometry last year and geometry the year before that."
Sonny grinned ruefully. With a little shrug, she said, "Guess I'm just not too logically inclined, huh? Must be the artistic company I keep."
As she stood and stretched, the drummer griped, "You saying we ain't logical?"
"No! Of course not!" the young woman denied, a sparkle in her blue eyes. She took the pen from behind her ear and tossed it onto the chair. "Any clue when Max'll get here?"
"Naw. Said it'd be at least an hour. Maybe more." The man shrugged and went back to his magazine. "Whatever it is, he said it'll be good for the band."
Sonny nodded. She wandered over to the stage and settled down to watch the proceedings.
"No, no," Jordan said over the guitar Atkins was playing. "We wanna start out quiet, just one axe in the beginning. Like
I am amazed, though. Jordan left #29 to come and find me! Tom said she argued him down and wouldn't let him go with her. Wow! Maybe she does like me. Well, that's not exactly what I meant - I know she likes me. I just didn't know how much.
We touched a little bit on why she likes women instead of men. I thought it was because of her stepdad, but she says it's not. After thinking about it, I'm pretty sure she's right. It's hard to explain, but I think she's always been this way, regardless of her past circumstances.
And I have to admit, I'm even more curious about the logistics of it all now. Maybe I'll check in the library downtown next week...
Prison Sex
Tool
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open.
Do unto others what has been done to you.
Chapter 3
Senior Year
My Ruin
Sevendust
Inside my shadow, I can hear you.
Am I near you?
Inside my shadow, I can smell you.
Can I tell you?
Inside my shadow, I can love you.
Think I need you.
Inside my shadow, I can feel you.
I embrace you.
Am I real?
Am I real?
Save my ruin in dust, my world has turned to rust.
Save my world, oh, my world.
Sonny was curled up in an old armchair at the warehouse. A heavy textbook was cracked open on her lap and a spiral notebook crammed into the side cushion as she concentrated on the print. She would pause occasionally, pulling the pen from behind her ear to jot down a quick note.
Nearby, her brother lounged on what used to be the bench seat of a van, flipping through a magazine. On the makeshift stage, Jordan and Atkins worked on a song. Rehearsal was at a standstill, Hampton having a meeting with someone "in the biz," he had said. His girlfriend, Lisa Foley, was there, seated on the edge of the stage with another woman as they watched the two guitarists work.
The teenager finally finished her chapter and looked up at the stage. The stranger - Number fifty-six, she thought - was nearly drooling as she watched the redheaded woman on stage. Sonny's lip turned up in a sneer. Do any of 'em have any brains? she wondered. Shaking her head and clearing it of the uncharitable thought, she set the book to one side of the chair and stretched out her long legs.
At seventeen, it appeared that the dark girl had finally stopped growing. She was already five foot eight, looking most of her male peers in the eye. She'd walked with a slump last year, trying to seem shorter for a time, until Jordan had made some rude remark about slouching around with a bull's eye on her forehead. From that point on, Sonny had stood tall and towered over the boys. Until they caught up with her this last year, anyway.
"How's it going?" Middlestead asked from his seat.
The teenager grimaced and ran a hand through ebony hair. "Crappy. This chemistry class is gonna be the death of me."
Her brother chuckled. "That's what you said about trigonometry last year and geometry the year before that."
Sonny grinned ruefully. With a little shrug, she said, "Guess I'm just not too logically inclined, huh? Must be the artistic company I keep."
As she stood and stretched, the drummer griped, "You saying we ain't logical?"
"No! Of course not!" the young woman denied, a sparkle in her blue eyes. She took the pen from behind her ear and tossed it onto the chair. "Any clue when Max'll get here?"
"Naw. Said it'd be at least an hour. Maybe more." The man shrugged and went back to his magazine. "Whatever it is, he said it'll be good for the band."
Sonny nodded. She wandered over to the stage and settled down to watch the proceedings.
"No, no," Jordan said over the guitar Atkins was playing. "We wanna start out quiet, just one axe in the beginning. Like
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