chapter 13

"Anny Dixon."

That was me. I remembered that. That I was a young woman with a body and whatever it was that made me what I was. What I mostly was was angry. I was so angry I had become a wild animal.

The voice continued after I looked toward it. It was accusing me of putting a young man in the hospital. He had come out again. In the faces of the spectators, he was one of them. A brace kept his jaw bone in place while the break healed.

Me, Little Anny, had busted the big fucker's jaw.

Any one looking at me might see that I could do it again. It was an odd thing to know about myself.

My promiscuous sex practice had led the big fucker to believe I would fuck anyone. He took it as a personal affront when at a party where I had sex with two college basketball players, and everyone knows a white girl that allows such a thing to take place. As if the civil war had been a total sham and one's colour decided one's class.

I looked at the jury. At each of them.

"One year in St. Mary's Girl's detention center."

I heard that line. It was part of the Anny Dixon speech. I was permitted to attend school under certain conditions.

All very civil. They wanted to give me a chance to grow up to be a good citizen.

It was a farce. It would have outraged my father if he had known the situation. But no one knew where he was. Or if he was alive or dead.

I was delivered directly to the detention center. They pulled me out of a police car and took me to the front gate to one of our country's most popular institutions, incarceration. They didn't give me a number like in prison. The rules were explained to me; they showed me my bunk. There were no bars on the doors or windows. Just a big scary fence around the yard.

"Lunch is in an hour."

There I was. Not being told what to do, I decided to walk around the perimeter casually looking for weak spots where I might escape should incarceration be not to my liking.

The guard at the front gate was smiling at me when I walked toward her.

"Hi."

"Aren't you a charming angel. Why are you in here."

"I hit some guy."

"It's not so bad in here, really. Most of the girls have had some hard times and they end up here and find it better than at home."

"My home is okay."

We said nothing for a while and watched the other girls standing around a tree and talking, looking at the new girl.

"I guess I'll have to introduce myself. And I suppose the blond girl there thinks she's the boss."

"You have a quick eye."

"She'll want to fight me."

I smiled and walked along the fence a little longer until I decided to meet some of the girls. A couple smiled at me. A real fat girl looked at me like she wanted to break my face. She also seemed timid and a born to be a follower self involved fantasy child.

The blond girl stood in front of me with mixed emotions. Part of her wanted to love me, part, the part that didn't believe in such things, spoke to me telling me things that if she had not been so over emotional, she wouldn't believe.

"That's too much for me to have to think about."

She pushed me. Then pushed me again until we were out of sight of the guard at the front gate.

My quiet insubordination to my senior officer infuriated her. She tried to hit me a few times. To demonstrate who was right.

When I couldn't contain my smile, she flipped on me and turned animal mad. I was already animal everything but tryed not to hurt her.

She couldn't stop with her authority in question and managed to break her arm.

And I got to spend the rest of the day and the next three in solitary confinement. Time to start my training to be a fighter.

chapter 14

"Global early warning satellite defense system."

"What."

"The USA spends more money on their war emporium than the rest of the world."

Lysa's arm was still in a cast. She was confronting me with no one around her.

"What the hell are you doing."

"I'm burning some of my energy."

"Where'd you learn it. You one of those Jew kids that take self defense and play the fuckin' cello."

"You can kiss my ass, if you want."

I smiled so she would see I meant it in modesty and pure lust. Not meant to be derogatory. And she caught it.

"Are you a lesbian."

"I'm Catholic. That's what we're famous for."

Being Catholic in Washington was backwards to the last inquisition. The Catholics burnt and smashed and cut and mutilated their victims and cursed their souls to hell and took their wealth, raped their children and plundered and stole their land.

I sat down and Lysa sat down beside me with her leg touching my leg. I looked over the yard to see if we were being watched. When my eyes got to Lysa, she was looking at me and waiting. Leaving it open like we were a couple of primates who had met in the woods.

"In primitive times, women ate each other out all the time, especially after sex. To get the sperm out when it was still fresh."

Lysa wasn't certain if she'd buy it.

"To have different genes. So our DNA has a better chance of making healthy creatures."

"Bullshit."

"I did make it up. But it's sort of like that. Sex is sex and I'd like to have some with you. You just happen to be a woman."

"You're a fucking moron."

I kissed her. She didn't pull away and she didn't flinch. She warmed up slowly before opening her mouth and letting my tongue inside.

"You can kiss my ass too. Jew Bitch."

chapter 15

"Why the fuck are you always reading the goddamn Bible."

"Besides being the most influential book of the western world, it's also quite interesting. Jump up here and I'll tell you a little Bible story."

Lysa climbed up to my bunk and sat beside me, leaning against the wall with a good view out the window of the fence.

Gloria looked in on us but didn't say anything when she saw us sharing a Bible. She didn't see my hand working down the crack of Lysa's ass.

"Give me the mandrakes and you can have your husband back."

"What the fuck is a Mandrake."

"It's a fruit, I think. But it's used to make a drug. Jacob wasn't a good fuck anyway. He had 4 women and preferred his goats and sheep. And becoming a classic dictator."

"Fuck off."

"Seriously. They got high and had lesbian sex when they weren't being bothered by the asshole that owned them."

"That's in the Bible."

"Not exactly. But that was how it happened."

I rubbed Lysa's asshole until it was sweaty enough to slide in beyond the tight mouth. Her muscles tried to open up for me but we needed more moisture.

With my fingers on her vagina, I asked her to pee a little.

"What."

"Just a little."

I took her a long time to work out how to do it. My playing with her cunt lips didn't seem to make it easier. It was the first time I had my hand there and she made it clear that it could stay there.

Finally, she peed a little and I moved back to her asshole with my finger.

"Do you remember now. It was us. And it still is."

Lysa was pushing her ass at my finger to get it up in her. We listened closely for sounds in the hall while I finger fucked her asshole and kissed her hungry mouth.

"The bastard stole our freedom."


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