Three months passed with every day much the same as the one before. Then the matron came to her one afternoon. She’d just returned to her cell from the garden where she’d harvested vegetables. The activity made it an especially good day.
She was led into the same waiting cell where she’d first been taken on her arrival. She sat in the same straight-back chair. The same bare light bulb burned, casting a grim yellow light on the rough adobe walls.
She looked down at her lap, seeing the small shift riding up to show her p***y. She knew there was no pulling it down to cover herself. Modesty shouldn’t have even come to mind by that time, but still she felt exposed and vulnerable with her p***y peeking out from under the brown fabric.
She was still looking down when the door opened and she
