The facility really looked more like a hospital than a prison as I saw it for the first time as it nestled among the mountains as I peered through the...prison van's tiny windows, it seemed huge and I wondered how many people I would find there. They took me to a reception desk where the green uniform prison guards handed me over to white uniformed women, women guards who wore nurses uniforms yet carried handcuffs and batons. They had me shower and gave me a hospital gown to wear before taking. Lilian, because she was so fucked up, she did not or would not see what was happening. After he left, most of her boyfriends were of the same walks of street life, scum and lowlifes. They would get drunk and high on crystal meth or cocaine with mommy dearest, staying up all night parting. Sometimes Pat would find strange men, that Lilian said she just met, using her and her home as a white trash whore den. As Marnie learned how to get her way, by sitting on the laps of these men, hopping up. In her own living room while her parents had been at work. And then he had never asked her out on a date and she had cut him off after that second time she had done it in the small garden between their two houses. She was wearing her nicest school blouse and skirt. If he shot all over the place, both garments would be ruined and it might well end up in her hair and she still had to go back to the bar and sit with her friends and her parents were also there… He came hard with every bit as much. ” Melissa said nothing contemplating her next move. “Fine. If you don’t want to play the game...” he said. “Alright,” she replied back as she began to sway her hips. Dave smiled knowing he was going to enjoy playing with her. “Unbutton your blouse my dear,” he said. Melissa obliged knowing the quicker she did what he wanted the quicker she could get her ring and leave this disgusting place. Dave then pointed, “your skirt as well.” Melissa jiggled her hips as she slid down her grey skirt. Now.