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    Chapter One

    ”Hey, new girl,” a voice calls out, startling Lorna out of her thoughts. She turns to look at the person calling her, and shivers a bit when she realizes how much taller the woman is than her and how she has a lustful gleam in her eyes. ”Mm, look at you – so small and sexy! I sure wonder what the fuck you did to get sent here! Refuse to have sex with an officer, maybe?” The woman nearly purrs, walking closer to Lorna – staring her over hungrily.

    Terrified, Lorna starts backing away and when that doesn’t seem to do much, she turns and runs as fast as she can in the opposite direction. She continues down the hallway, hoping to get as far away from that woman as possible. Rubbing her temples, she lets out a relieving sigh and heads back to the dorm she’s been assigned to. She smiles a bit when she sees the two older women who are in the room – she really likes how kind they are, for prisoners anyway.

    ”How’s your day going, Morello? Made any friends yet?” A short heavy-set Italian woman with short brown hair asks, looking up at Lorna with her dark brown eyes that are heavily outlined in a light-blue eye shadow.

    Lorna sits down on her bed, which is right across from the other inmates and the top bunk of another woman’s bed. She gives a shrug and half smile. ”I mean it could be worse, I guess. And I might of, I think…Some girl – Nicky, I believe – came to sit with me at lunch and said I can sit with her and her ”family” from now on. Weird to be calling people in prison one’s family, though.”

    ”Without a prison family, it’d be awfully lonely in here,” the older Italian woman replies, giving a sympathetic smile. ”Oh, Nichols? Oughta watch out for that one – she can be quite the feisty one. Nah, but really she’s a good person just has a bit of a temper.” She reaches under her bed and pulls out her knitting supplies, getting to work on a blanket she started a while ago.

    ”You knit?” Lorna arches her eyebrow with curiosity. She watches with content as the older inmate begins to play around with the yarn and needle – it gives her a comforting feeling, and reminds her of her grandmother.

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