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C.O. Tom Barry had seen people of all walks of life come through the doors of Jackson
Correctional Facility but today topped them all.
On Mondays Barry manned the visitor's desk, checked IDs and
answered phones.
On this paticular Monday in late March he saw the boy coming across the parking lot beside the fence topped
with circles of razor wire.
As he swished in Barry's first thought was Jaysus, he'll start a riot!
The boy,
Barry decided, was gay trash. His ID announced him as one Julien Waters, age eighteen.
"Who are you here to see sir ?"
Barry
used his most official voice.
" 247982 " Julien smiled wanly, passing a hand through his short spikey platinum hair.
As
Barry checked the computer he ran an appraising eye over Young Master Waters.
The boy wore a skin tight black T-shirt emblazoned
with scarlet glitter forming the slogan LIFE'S A DRAG!
and his low riding shredded jeans barely clung to his hips.
His
acne speckled face was plastered with panstick and powdered, his eyes enhanced with violent blue war paint and a coat of scarlet
shimmered on his pouting lips.
Jaysus Barry thought, bringing #247982 up on the computer.
Barry was curious
as to whom Monsieur Waters was gracing with his presence...
Jaysus...Alonzo Washington.
The boy was approved but Barry
didn't like it.
Alonzo Washington #247982 was the hulking 6"7, 250 lb bodybuilding menace that led the black gang bangers
in Jackson.
What was this effiminate 5"5, 100lb. white boy doing with Alonzo, Barry didn't want to speculate.
He sighed.
Jaysus. It was all on paper so he couldn't stop the kid. Still he frowned as he watched Julien Waters mince through the doors
to be patted down.
Julien gazed about the visiting room feeling lost. Around him black men were hugging wives,
children, mothers, sisters, sons, daughters...where was he?
And then he laid eyes upon him, all breath suddenly gone.
He
walked slowly to the far end of the visitor's room where Alonzo slouched in a corner chair beside a humming Coca Cola machine.
Alonzo carefully shook his hand, Julien feeling the spark of lust returned.
"Bout time" Alonzo smirked, sitting down.
"It
took a while to get approved for your visiting list but I made it." Julien grinned, his eyes running over Alonzo's lanky frame.
"The
deal still on?" Alonzo smirked.
Julien blushed and nodded defiantly.
"You bring it?"
Again he nodded.
The visiting
room rang with laughter, shouting and conversations. Alonzo nodded and rising, ran a hand through his clipped hair.
At
once across the room two prisoners amiably visiting with their guests began shouting obscenities at each other.
The guards
in the room snapped to attention.
"Give it" Alonzo whispered.
Julien squirmed a hand down the back of his pants, parting
his buttocks and fishing out the bag of cocaine.
He calmly palmed it to Alonzo who swallowed it.
The two men across
the room now flew at each other, spitting and cursing.
"Now" Alonzo barked.
There was three feet or so of space between
the Coke machine and the wall. A tight fit.
Alonzo helped tug down Julien's pants and spread his buttocks.
Across the
room the two men's guests flew at each other as well as chaos swelled like a symphony.
And hidden away the deal was completed.
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