Part Three –Jennifer
Mildred, the horrid guard, clangs her unyielding night stick against the bars and calls into our cell.
“Your little b***h has an appointment with the Chair of the Parole Committee, Edna. Make sure she’s well watered at dinner. You know where to take her afterwards. And I’m told you’ll be eating breakfast alone.”
I lift my head to look up into the eyes of my giant benefactress. She smiles and tenderly reaches down to dab moisture from the tip of my nose. It is hers. I follow by extending my tongue, curling it upwards and swirling it about to cleanse the entire area. Edna chuckles. Whenever I display the length and deftness of my oral appendage she is amused. But she also perceives my concern.
“You wanted to appeal, Jenn. The Chair always reviews a girl’s application
