Looking up from her work, the Italian nods. ”It keeps me busy, and my grandkids love homemade blankets and what have you. I’m too old for all the prison drama that goes on, so this is my outlet.”

”Who was that you went to sit with at lunch, Nichols?” A woman with blonde braided hair questions curiously, staring up from her job assignment and over to the redhead.

”Probably just someone she’s trying to get in the pants of,” another inmate retorts, causing the room to fill with laughter and snickers.

Nicky rolls her eyes while flipping her middle finger up at them, and then turns back to the blonde. ”Her name’s Morello – Lorna Morello – and no I didn’t just sit with her because I wanna have sex with her, although that would be nice! She was all alone, and I being the nice person that I am, decided to give her some company. And I told her she can sit at our table from now on.”

Tricia, the blonde-haired inmate, nods with a smirk. ”Sounds like you’re already plotting how to go about getting her to have sex with you.” She knows all too well how much Nicky loves to have sex and the lengths that she will go to satisfy that love. ”What’s she look like, anyway? Is she hot? I mean it don’t really matter to me, since I already got myself a hot girlfriend.”

”Hot, stunning, beautiful,” Nicky smirks, her mind lusting heavily after the young woman. ”She’s petite and Italian – brown hair, brown eyes. And apparently enjoys wearing bright-red lipstick, which of course makes her even hotter. Oh, and I can’t forget her accent; very distinct and noticeable.”

”Uh-huh, sounds like somebody here is gonna be getting a sex-fix soon!” Tricia laughs before the CO yells at both she and Nicky to get back to work.

When dinner time finally arrives, Lorna slowly walks to the cafeteria to get her tray. She looks around at the tables trying to find the one that Nicky told her to sit at. Relief washes over when she notices a familiar bush of red curls and makes her way to the table. She sits down – a few inches away from everyone, nervous as to what they might do. ”Uh, is it all right if-if I sit here with you guys? I mean Nichols told me I could earlier…but you know if the rest of you don’t want me to I’m sure I can find somewhere else to sit. It’s, it’s no big deal,” her voice shakes somewhat as she stares timidly down at the food on her tray.