The jailhouse was right where I was sitting, where the teachers’ living quarters were now located. This was the spot of the prison.It hit me like a ...ledgehammer to the head, seeing it on the map, seeing its picture, and recognizing the hills in the distance that I could see on a rare day that wasn’t too smoggy.I wanted to learn more of the prisoners here, at this prison, and through the further reaches of my deep dive, I’d found that this had been a prison for the worst of offenders, many of. But I didn’t.I figured she would be getting off soon anyway, she was your stereotypical business woman, or “strict teacher”, if that was your thing, with her hair tied in a knot on top of her head and glasses that seemed a little too big for her face.She was wearing a black jacket with a grey blouse underneath, a skirt the slid up from her knees when she sat down and long, slim legs in high heels.Not dressed for a long train ride.I, on the other hand, was dressed for a long ride. Jeans and a. "Having a boyfriend was not everything it was hyped up to be. He wanted to walk with me everywhere holding my hand, which got us in trouble. He wanted to sit with me in lunch, which I didn't like, because I could not gossip with my friends. Worst of all, word got around the school that I had a boyfriend, other girls hated me, and Mr. Lopez found out about it. I couldn't flirt with him as much anymore, and Tyler would scare off the boys getting behind me to watch my butt as I stretched. To top. I didn’t mind. And I guess they were starting to get a little older. About halfway through the job, I heard an unfamiliar voice say, “how much do you charge for getting Christmas decorations out of storage, Jamey?”I looked down from what I was doing and saw a lady I’d never met before. She was a little younger than my parents, but she was older than me. If I had to guess, I’d say she was around 50 years old. She wasn’t very pretty, and she definitely wasn’t very skinny. Not that I happened to.