The stutter caused me to look up from the sink and saw through the reflection of the window, that Chris’ eyes were staring right at my ass and legs!...The sight made my heart rate go through the roof and I nearly dropped the pan I was washing! While we continued to make small talk, my eyes never left the window. I watched intently as Chris took small glances at me while he ate. He wasn’t openly staring, either out of fear of me turning back around or because he was still confused about his. ”I replied, “She has a cute face, big boobs, big belly, and a big butt.”Liz said, “She sounds perfect for my husband.”I said, “But he has you!”Liz replied, “But you men always think the grass is greener on the other side of the tracks. Do you want to get me in bed or not.”What could I possibly say? I said, “I would love to get you in bed.”Liz asked, “Would you mind if my husband fucked your wife?”I replied, “I guess not. Fair is fair, right.”Liz asked, “Can you talk her into coming to our house. He stood up, walked to me fast and looked at my eyes, angrily.-who are you to teach me how to treat you…?-His question ended up with pushing me backwards very powerfully. I was thrown back and my head hit the wall.As I broke into tears, I I sat on the floor. He came to me, held my neck somewhat tightly and turned my head upwards. I held his hand, pleading,-Omar…please leave me…--shut up!-He seemed very angry. He was scarier than ever as well. I tightly closed my eyes. He shouted at me. The first shock was being assigned to the honor dorm. The honor dorm was reserved for inmates who were clean for 6 months (no write-ups) The second shock was it wasn't a dorm, it was cells but with regular doors, not bars. I was put in the downstairs dorm, which had two people per room, upstairs was single rooms. Believe it or not, I thought my luck had changed. I had just got written up a week ago, and the less violent inmates were housed in the honor dorm.My new roommate was black guy named.