I opened the package that the head cook gave me, inside was a small flathead screwdriver, and a handheld Leatherman utility tool kit. Both of these will allow me to chip away at these old cinder blocks and cut the fence that separates me from the freedom. I made sure I stashed my tools so they can't be found and I can take them with me, when or if I get moved back to my room. After sitting by myself for three weeks the Warden decided to come pay me a visit. Girl girl girl, let me tell yall what this man looks like. Beautiful, clear, chocolate skin, full thick lips, and depending on how the light hits his eyes, they're a breathtaking brown. He has big, strong, well manicured hands, and did I tell yall about those lips, oh honey! Warden wears different colors and styles when it comes to his suits. Designer, three piece suits that are fitted to the point that his imprint has all the women on my cell block talking about him and his, well, let's just say his friend. He's about six foot three, maybe six four. Muscular build like a all-star football player, all muscle from what I see. The Warden's voice will make any woman drop her panties and I think that's the reason for the calmness within the prison. Well, besides my last episode. Warden enters the room, the impression in his pants seems to be more evident today than ever. Trying to keep focus I look into his eyes and hear nothing for the first five minutes of our conversation. All I know, is it kept saying yes. When I finally came too he was standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my lips. Basically, I have no clue what he had to say. I was ready to pounce on the poor man, it's been awhile if yall know what I mean. Anyway, I pulled myself together and apologized for my behavior. He accepted my apology and started to explain what he was saying the first time. He told me I wouldn't get any time put onto my sentence for that kitchen debacle, only if I were willing to....
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