Jailhouse Visit

You were halfway through your six month sentence, and only now had Carrie bothered to show up. She was wearing a new necklace. You wondered if she was still dating the judge.

Carrie just stared at you. Your prison jumpsuit was tied up to expose your midriff. You walked like a girl. Your wrist was limp. Everything was ... overly exaggerated. You'd been turned.

"Finally showed up, huh?" you said, with a hint of outrage.

"Yeah ... sorry. I did the best I could. He wanted to give you a year."

"You still with him?"

"Yeah. It's getting more serious. You met any cool guys in there?" It was code, and poor code. You sighed.

"Remember the guy I told you about? The first guy, the guy whose jocks I stole, the Coach?" Carrie nodded. "He's my cellmate." Carrie's eyebrows raised.

"So the jock sniffer is ..."

"Now sucking and fucking the jock," You finished. There wasn't anything more to say, really. You were both on different paths now, as sad as it was.