Day 3, time for work!

Melissa lay awake in her bed all day; she had been **** by the warden and then by her cellmates. She sobbed a little, but mostly felt sick.

The golden haired beauty was paralysed by fear of what would happen next. The remainder of the day was uneventful; she ate her dinner by herself, again feeling stares from all across the main room. Noone would speak to her; she actually couldn't wait for the next day so she could go to work.

Melissa was lying still for hours that night, simply unable to sleep. Finally, her body shut down and she napped for a couple hours. The next morning, she arose and showered and dressed for work. No harassment from cellmates or guards so far.

She was wearing her jeans and blue button top for work and she finally left for her shift that afternoon.

As she walked passed Sandy at the main desk, the guard smiled at her, but said nothing. This was almost as scary as when they threatened her, Melissa thought.

She went to work, and mentally escaped using her job to forget about her hellish living situation. At the end of her shift, she noticed she was running a little early and she decided to stop at her apartment to pick up a couple books.

Melissa quickly did this and resumed her commute back to WR facility. On the highway, a police car drove up behind her and flipped its' lights on.

Is she in trouble, or can the brunette sexpot flirt her way out of this one?