You head home, to clear your mind.

You just made a very selfish decision that could very well come back to haunt you in so many ways, Your warden was probably upset with you for foiling his attempt to get little starlet Doe out of jail early, for political and practical reasons. Doe herself would likely be less than pleased if she found that you had been the deciding vote that kept her from getting out of prison, Even if she somehow never found out, her relationship with you was likely to continue while she was incarcerated, At least as long as you were willing to risk everything in order to try to smuggle in the **** she wanted,

The fact is, the longer the strange relationship went on, the more likely it was that one and then eventually both parties were going to get caught doing something bad, and possibly at the same time. One of the other guards finding Doe's **** in her cell, or a guard finding the packet of **** you had been trying to sneak in for her. Or worst of all would be someone, most likely the warden, touring the cell block on day while Doe and you were going at it like teenagers in her cell.

Helping her to get out of jail early should have been the plan you chose. Far less chance of doing permanent harm to your career, that way, And far less chance of doing permanent harm to Doe herself, who, unlike most of the other guests of this facility, was ill-equipped for dealing with prison life.

So, in effect, ypu've traded away what could have resulted in some nice good-bye sex, and then an end to the risk, and what you got instead was the likelihood of a lot more sex, but also of even more risk.

Well, your choice had been made, and now you had to live with it. You had risked a lot to keep Doe from going home, but she could very well find out it was you who was a part of keeping her there. Out of anger, or perhaps feeling she had nothing left to lose, Doe would probably start telling everyone about your affair, and how you had provided her with ****.

Well, first things first, tomorrow. You had to of course meet with Doe, as he always did. What, if anything, that she already knew would deeply impact how that would go. You yourself might be the one who ends up giving her the bad news, albeit an edited version of it.

You went to bed thinking about choices you had made today, and choices that were going to be made for you tomorrow, many of which you would have no control over. Your dreams were disturbing ones, populated with hysterically crying Does, angry wardens, all in a tableau below the falling white stuff that was not actually snow.

You woke up way too early, and lay in bed for an hour before forcing yourself to get out of bed and start doing at least something. There was a breakfast made that was far larger than you would have eaten on a normal day, and as such, be barely touched it. You shaved, twice, to make sure any spare stubble was gone. Your uniform was ironed, shoes, buckles, and buttons were polished, and even your taser, mace, and handcuffs were given special treatment.

Finally, there was literally nothing left to be taken care of. Breakfast had been disposed of, dishes cleaned and put away, and other chores had been completed as well. There was still time to go before your normal time to leave for work, but if you stayed at your place any longer, yout're thinking you would go nuts. So, with a deep sense of trepidation, you left his house and drove to the prison to start what would likely be a very interesting shift.