Chapter XVIIICentral Mississippi Correctional Facility
Pearl, Mississippi
March 23, 2012
Pop-BAM! Patty's left jab and right-hand smacked into the shower shoes Clarice held on her hands, thongs between the middle and ring fingers. Makeshift punch mitts that worked surprisingly well. The morning breeze chilled the sweat on her legs and lower back as they moved around the yard. Yolanda and a few early risers walked the perimeter in cliques of two or three, occasionally glancing at their workout session with interest or puzzlement, having never seen legitimate boxing drills before.
Patty noticed a girl watching her acutely, a young, trim thug that seemed genuinely entranced. Patty flexed her biceps like an i***t, grinning and nodding as if to say, I'm that b***h.
Clarice slapped a mitt o
