For the next three years this would be her home, the Sexton Correctional Facility For Women.How could have she been so stupid?!? Holding those d**gs f...r Harry had been just about the dumbest thing she had ever done! When the police broke into her apartment, they found two ounces of cocaine and an ounce of heroin. Harry of course was nowhere to be found, leaving herhigh and dry. Luckily this was only her first offense, or it could have been ten years!A guard led her to the admitting area where. She told me her sad story. The Bandits were moving their base of operations to the Houston area, and told her she could not come with them. They literally threw her out of their clubhouse. It seems that in the past 7 years, she had borne 3 c***dren, all black (no idea of course who the fathers were), and was pregnant with another; had become addicted to crack cocaine; and had lost much of her value as a whore. They were now demanding that she earn $300 a night on the street, and that was very. Not to mention extensive tendon and ligament damage. I stared down six months of rehab, and that was after they put in a new kneecap for me. One of those new artificial knees, made from titanium and silicone. I’d be able to walk, and even run a bit, but I’d never be able to play college Baseball again. As for the Majors, yeah fuckin’ right!My Baseball career ended on that field in Gainesville.I kinda slipped into depression at that point, and only Sophie kept me alive, so to speak. Yeah, I. I imagined it coating my flesh, even seeping into my pussy. The fear I’d felt before seemed suddenly distant.“I am hallucinating,” I mused, my voice sounding strange and echoing slightly, reminding me of my predicament. Like the pain, however, my fear had been dulled.I began to hear music, the faint strains of bells, a distant sound, surely imagined. A lullaby my grandmother would sing when I was a child, familiar if long forgotten. Bemused, I whispered along, slowly recalling the words.Bumble.