"Piss off Fenner, can you see any tears?" Bette said, folding her arms defiantly.

"You know what you really need is a man who won’t cause you half as much ball ache, so to speak" Fenner laughed at his own joke.

"You really don’t take a hint, do you?" Bette looked up at him.

"You need a man…a strong…hard…man" he said, slowly stepping forwards until he was stood by the edge of the bed.

"I want you to leave my cell. Now"

"Listen love, it doesn’t quite work like that. You see I’m a screw, you’re a con. You do what I tell you" an evil smile spread across her face.

"Get. Out." she snarled at him.

"Now now" still smiling he leant in and grabbed her face "there’s no need to be so rude. Just when I thought we were going to be friends"

"We’ll never be friends. You disgust me" Bette tried to keep her voice flat while ignoring the pain of his hand clenching round her jaw.

"See that’s a shame, coz you just made me get nasty. And I hate to have to be nasty"

She closed her eyes briefly as she felt the sharp sting of a slap registering across her cheek. Unfazed, she opened her eyes and stared straight at him.

"We’ve got a tough one here, have we? I’ll soon wear you down"

"Don’t you have a job to be doing?"

"This is my job. Taking care…" Fenner leant in so that Bette could smell his putrid breath "of the women. You see…" he reached down and grabbed her crotch, causing her to freeze in fear "I just love women" he sneered at her.

Mustering all the strength that she could, Bette shoved Fenner backwards so that he let go of her and staggered backwards across the cell. He wrenched the door open and yelled out into the hallway.

"Officer Hollamby, would you escort Miss Porter to segregation on rule 53, assaulting an officer!"

Officer Hollamby bumbled her way into the cell.

"Come on, let’s not have any trouble" she reached over to pull Bette to her feet.

"I didn’t do anything!" Bette struggled and wrenched her arm from Officer Hollamby’s grasp.

"Get up, now!"

"He assaulted me!" Bette protested.

"Can I get some help in here please?" Officer Hollamby shouted.

Tina came running in to the cell and was surprised to see Officer Hollamby attempting to restrain Bette.

"Don’t just stare, give me a hand, we’re taking her down the block"

"What for?"

"She assaulted Jim"

"Are you sure? I mean…" Tina started.

"Don’t question Officer Kennard, help me"

Begrudgingly Tina stepped over to help move Bette, but her touch was much more tender than that of Officer Hollamby. While giving the appearance of being forceful, her grip on Bette’s arm was actually gentle and caused the brunette to stop struggling. Bette closed her eyes and allowed herself to be led down to the segregation block, focusing her concentration on the tenderness of Tina’s touch. It was the only thing keeping her calm at that moment.