Franky Doyle slumped against the door that separated her from Gen Pop and sighed. It wasn’t fair. The lousy screws had caused her to go off her head when they moved Doreen out of her cell. Bastards. It was all a set up. If they’dve  just left them alone there wouldn’t have been any trouble and she wouldn’t have ended up spending the night in solitary.  It was all down to bloody Vera. she orchestrated the whole thing. Frustrated old maid, just cuz she’s not getting any, no one else can. She loves to see people unhappy, especially if she caused it. One of these days she was gonna get what’s coming to her.

After tracing a D lovingly on the door with her finger, Franky moved to the middle of the room. Through the open window she called out:

“Doreeeeeen, Doooreen, can you hear me darlin?”

It took a while but eventually she got a half-hearted answer. She slumped down on the low cot and forced her eyes shut. She wasn’t at all tired, too worked up for that. Her mind was racing and her heart still pounding despite the time that had elapsed since the episode in the rec room. It would be a long night with just her thoughts for company. What was Doreen doing now she wondered, Maybe it had been her that had asked for the separation and she was shacked up with someone else now. On and on these thoughts went round and round and she had to really push down the urge to hit out or shout. Vera would love that.

She needed to have someone next to her in bed.  Not just because of sex, but for the human contact it brought.  Vera wanted to deny the women even the smallest comfort and that was what they all hated about her. Franky knew that Doreen wasn’t all that interested in her and was mostly doing it because she was scared but that’s what this place does to you. Makes you act on your most base, animal instincts.

Thinking of Doreen’s gorgeous soft body next to her had caused a stirring in her core. She would have to take matters into her own hands if no one else was able to help. At least if she could make herself come it would help her calm down and she might get some sleep. Then it would be a whole new day, and she’d be out of the pound.