Selma also entertained familiar relationships with some of the female guards and some select inmates. That also had a price and she paid.That morning ...elma sat in front of the class as usual. The twelve girls walked in and sat at their sewing machines. One thin black girl was new and sat at the front. Tina knew what was expected of her but she was still a bit apprehensive. “Don’t hurt her”, whispered Selma to a Latina inmate who bent over Selma’s desk to listen to her. “Don’t worry. She. . The majority of the jocks’ sexual attacks happened at parties, usually to a girl drunk on a sofa, getting raped and Bill Cosby shit.In retrospect, the jocks probably deserved some kinder, gentler, more anodyne version of Columbine, like maybe getting blasted with paintball guns or tasers or mace instead of bullets. They were rapists, the jocks, after all, and not disputable, questionable rapists like Kobe Bryant, but real Harvey Weinstein rapists, and serial date rapists allowed to rape. Next problem was manpower. I was running ads in the local paper for bothinstructors and recruits. With the exception of a few Sci Fi fans andcrack pots, I had no takers.Just then in walked an old man. He said, "My name is Tom Edison. I am asecurity instructor. I maybe of some help. I can teach your people to beproperly licensed guards."I thought for a short time. While this was not what I was looking for, atleast it was sincere. I said, "Please leave your resume and I will callyou in three days. My cock was as stiff as a board and straining my trousers. She noticed this and asked if it was uncomfortable and I just said it was fine. She sat down and pulled on the stockings she was wearing and looked so horny. She stood up and walked around the kitchen while I admired her. After a few minutes she said she had better get fully dressed as the others would arrive soon and she tidied away the rest of the lingerie and disappeared upstairs. Just before she left she turned around smiled and.