I have been sending correspondence with FDD while he is away and he has asked for a thread to be started so his stories of the inside life could be shared by all, lol. so here is his first letter back to me.
I've been here a week and so far all is well. my first day here I arrived at lunch time and was dropped off in the chow hall. the room was packed and all eyes were on me. they gave me some shabby clothes and I was sticking out like a sore thumb. My slip on shoes were too big and my pants were too short. I heard whispers and saw finger pointing being directed my way. My first thought was fear, my second thought was, "fuck this, I will not be the Bitch".
I made a quick search of the room and picked out the biggest dude i could find. he had his head down as he was slurping up his tray full of potatoe soup and peas. I slowly moved myself across the room dragging my slippered feet so as not to lose my shoes. He never saw me coming. By the time I made it to his table the whole room had gone silent. As he raised his head up to look at me, I leaned over and spit in his soup. The whole room went, "UH OH." He spread his hands out and grabbed the edges of the table. Then he growled and started to rise, that was when I pulled my dick out and slapped him back into his seat with it.
I now own this place. I have a locker full of nutty bars and 3 blankets on my bed. People step aside when I walk by. nothing but "easy time" from here on out.
I've been here a week and so far all is well. my first day here I arrived at lunch time and was dropped off in the chow hall. the room was packed and all eyes were on me. they gave me some shabby clothes and I was sticking out like a sore thumb. My slip on shoes were too big and my pants were too short. I heard whispers and saw finger pointing being directed my way. My first thought was fear, my second thought was, "fuck this, I will not be the Bitch".
I made a quick search of the room and picked out the biggest dude i could find. he had his head down as he was slurping up his tray full of potatoe soup and peas. I slowly moved myself across the room dragging my slippered feet so as not to lose my shoes. He never saw me coming. By the time I made it to his table the whole room had gone silent. As he raised his head up to look at me, I leaned over and spit in his soup. The whole room went, "UH OH." He spread his hands out and grabbed the edges of the table. Then he growled and started to rise, that was when I pulled my dick out and slapped him back into his seat with it.
I now own this place. I have a locker full of nutty bars and 3 blankets on my bed. People step aside when I walk by. nothing but "easy time" from here on out.
