I got put in a cell with a well built Black man. I could tell he was dangerous.He looked at me and said, “Top bunk White punk, up there now, you do...'t do nothing in this cell unless I tell you you can.” I could tell you don't talk back to a Black man like him. Latter when things were settled down, count was over and some to the lights were off he told me, “A bitch don't sleep in no jumpsuit and to take it off.” He wasn't interested in my comfort he had plan and needed me naked.I would have. His hair was wet, as if he had just gotten out of the shower, and he smelled of shampoo and soap."Hi. We weren't expecting you." Robert said motioning for her to enter. Chenosh stepped inside, the room was relatively clean a few clothes thrown here and there, but was enough to catch her attention. She had never liked disorder, not even as a child. Everything had to be need and tidy or she felt like she would go mad. Chenosh had always made sure to wash her hand whenever she touched something. The fact that he looked so much like her son also fascinated him. If hewasn't her son, she mused, he could have easily been a sibling. Ofcourse if he was her son he'd be long dead, so perhaps Chuck was arelative of hers? A fanciful thought but oddly comforting as well.For a mother still hoping to see that child she'd lost, that was morethan enough reason to hold onto the moment. It could even just bewishful thinking, Sarah mused. Sarah said as much, and Chuck nodded hisunderstanding of. "Standing there in a cute bunny nightgown stood Red Vulpes; Tamara'spersonal assistant...officially. Every member of the Air Amazons wasassigned one to keep order in their lives; someone to make life easierwhen they were away from the battlefield. Unofficially...the well-shaped,pretty redhead with a near-permanent smile on her face was Tamara'slover.The redhead sat down next to the stark-naked Tamara and leaned in for akiss."I'm just happy to see you here, Tamara. Thought you weren't home.