Black: queen's knight Nb8>c6

Isaac Washington was seated at a desk in a spartan office when the door buzzed. He looked up as State Prisoner 1665703 stepped through, wearing an orange standard-issue jump suit and his hair clipped short. The convict took a seat without a word, scowling at the floor.

"Tyler Wallace," Isaac said by way of greeting. "You look great, totally unchanged."

Wallace allowed himself a brief smirk and a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Been trying to keep in shape. I reckon I'm stronger now than I was in college."

"It's very possible," Isaac agreed with a nod, then introduced himself. The two black men shook hands. "As you are no doubt well aware, I am going to be your parole officer. That means it's my job to try and turn you into something productive so that you don't end up living at the state's expense, either on welfare or in prison." He noticed Wallace tense up slightly and paused before continuing. "I can imagine the anger you have, at all that's been taken away from you. You were possibly the greatest collegiate athlete this state produced, poised to make millions turning pro and making endorsements. Well, that's not going to happen when you get released, and we best make peace with that now. I don't want to see you come out of here and get into **** or criminal activity."

"So, I go out and work as a fry cook?" Wallace grumbled, shoulders slouched.

"Look, I requested your file for myself," Isaac replied sympathetically. "Hell, I don't even work with inmates anymore, but I make an exception for you. I've seen mandatory minimums for **** crimes ruin the lives of young black men for years; you are just an **** example of that. I want to help, and I will do everything in my power to make you a success out there."

Tyler looked at Isaac, and nodded. "Okay, I trust you," he said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Okay, well, you'll have to return to and reside in Rosy Ridge for the duration of your parole," Isaac explained. "And the best job in Rosy Ridge is at Pembroke College."

"Pembroke College, the girl's school?" Tyler laughed. "What am I gonna teach, ballet?"

"You're not teaching anything, or coaching either," Isaac responded. "Hell, a felon couldn't even get a job as a security guard. But they do hire locals, and felons, for janitorial and landscaping work. So that's available." Tyler rolled his eyes, and Isaac continued. "There also looking to make contact with the community, especially as the student body as gotten more international over the past few years and have confined themselves to campus more and more. What I have for you is working with the Athletic Department, as Equipment Manager and Physical Trainer."

Tyler considered it. "This for real?"

Isaac nodded. "And it's as good as it's gonna get."

"You know, those white girls I got arrested with were from Pembroke," he laughed bitterly. "It was their shit, and they never even got charged."

"I know it," Isaac concurred. "Their part got buried, but I looked them up... one of them went through nursing school, the other one just got engaged. I'll be sure and give you all the details. This job will get you around all the white girls you can handle, and some to spare." He paused, then added, "At least I hope so, since I just got divorced."