Dawn will visit prison, but on her own terms!

The next day, Dawn was at the medium-security prison facility at which her step-brother Antonio "Tony" Sablone was being incarcerated. A big, burly guard standing behind a plexi-glassed counter raised an eyebrow as he watched her enter wearing a pink tartan pleated skirt, a tight cream-colored blouse (with a couple of top buttons unfastened) and high heel pumps, her long blonde hair tumbling casually over her shoulders.

"What can I do for you, girlie?" the guard grinned at the busty coed. Dawn had rehearsed her demand to see Tony Sablone, because as don she would have to get used to issuing orders that must be obeyed. But as his eyes wandered down from her face, her heart began to pound as her nerve got the better of her. She gripped the counter self-consciously as he watched her ample bosom begin to heave.

"My name is Dawn?" she managed to say, her voice rising at the end as though it were meant as a question. She took another breath and started fumbling through her purse for identification, trying to gain control over the situation and avoid his amused gaze. "Um, I'm a student, and I wanted to interview an inmate..." She produced her student identification for her out-of-state college, warming to her explanation. "It's for research."

He studied the laminated card then glanced up at her. "You don't say? I love research!" he smirked. "I think we can accommodate you, sweetheart." He turned and disappeared around the corner, returning a moment later and waving her to enter through a suddenly buzzing metal door. Dawn entered the door and met the guard on the other side, who began to escort her down a concrete hallway. "I bet you want to meet a real tough character," he surmised. "How about a sex offender?"

Dawn's blue eyes widened with apprehension. "Um, actually I'd like to interview Antonio Sablone..." she explained.

The guard scratched his head. "Gee, I'll have to see about that," he mused. "I don't recognize that name. I don't know if he's even at this institution."

"He is!" she protested as he unlocked another door. "And my essay is on... uh... gangsters... and their feelings..."

"Just wait in here, Dawn," the guard told her, handing her back the student card. "I'll bring you a real bad man to meet." She reluctantly passed through the doorway, glancing down at her identification as the door clanked shut behind her. "Dawn Sablone," it read under her beaming face. She glanced around the room, wondering if she was busted. And what she was in for.