better to be safe

Deciding not to trust providence any more, you creep up opening the rear passenger door to the BMW and slip in crouched low closing the door just hard enough to keep it from being ajar. You lie down in the floor boards and wait for the driver hoping not to be noticed too soon. After several tense minutes the driver door opens and the woman gets in.

“What a day.” she says to no one in a thick Southern Drawl.

You feel her move around and a wealth of chocolate brown hair comes over the head rest. You realize who this is Dr. Elizabeth Reynolds the staff psychologist. She puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking lot heading down the road. Laying there on the floorboard, you breathe deeply inhaling the Doctors unique scents as well as the fragrance of her shampoo. As one of the few females you and the rest of the inmates came into contact with she had been the star in many fantasies. You always wanted to bring her down a peg, for treating you as if you were a worm not worthy of breathing the same air as she.

You know that you only have a certain amount of time before your discovered gone, for the closer you are to the prison the more likely your to be caught. You’d debate with yourself about if it was worth the risk to take this cool southern beauty.