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This work, having been posted to the newsgroup, is copyrighted by the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2001. JoAnn -(TM)s Last Anniversary, Pt. 2 JoAnn waited for her pre-visit strip search with her toes on the yellow line. No one seemed to know why it was necessary. There was nothing in the prison worth smuggling out but rules were rules. Most made no sense to those forced to obey them to the interpretation of whichever CO was in control of them at the moment. Officer Wilson ignored her while she bantered with a male CO in the glass-walled access control office. JoAnn watched the second hand on the big clock above the door circle the face while they talked about a world now closed to her except in dreams and memories. She thought about her mockery of a trial. The freshly minted public defender had expressed optimism right up to the moment she was pronounced guilty. He managed to get her released on her own recognizance, as he had after her arrest. That was fortunate because they had no money for bail. Both of their salaries barely covered basic expenses. She and Ted took comfort in the P. D's. assessment of the situation. True, she had been convicted but she successfully completed nine months of treatment and counseling between her arrest and trial. Her record was spotless except for this conviction. She had a good job. Child protective services had determined that she was a good mother. A year's probation with some community service should satisfy The People. She and Ted went on with their lives as normally as they could during the one-month interval between judgement and sentencing. They worked, took care of their kids, visited with friends and family and made love. Unfortunately, the newly enacted drug law's mandatory minimum sentencing guidelines gave the judge no latitude. He was almost apologetic when he sentenced her to ten years in the penitentiary. She was mercifully numb when the bailiff pulled her out of Ted's arms, cuffed her hands behind her back and propelled her away from everything she knew and loved. "My husband's taking me to that new Italian restaurant on Grant Saturday night for our anniversary, Kowalski," Wilson announced with a broad smile. JoAnn felt a twinge. Today was her fifth and her first away from Ted. "I took my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago. Food's great but it's real expensive. She felt so guilty over the bill she sucked me off on the way home." JoAnn cleared her throat to remind Wilson that she was waiting. The guard gestured laconically to silence her. "Sucked you off while you was driving?" Wilson asked incredulously. "Sounds like wishful thinking to me." "Swallowed it too!" Kowalski added, licking his lips for emphasis. Wilson chortled. "My old man acts like he died and went to heaven when I do that!" They both laughed heartily. JoAnn fidgeted and wondered how long Ted had been waiting on the other side of the door. She knew how he hated to wait for anything. She was impatient by nature, too but she'd grown used to waiting during her five months behind bars. She spent most of her time waiting for things; meals, showers, commissary, head counts, mail call, phone time, too-short visits with her husband and kids and the day in the distant future when the gates would swing open for her. She was eligible for six one-hour visits each month but Ted was seldom able to make the four-hundred mile drive more than once. He'd always brought the kids before but he'd written that he'd come alone this time. Wilson finally turned to JoAnn and ordered her to enter the small alcove and strip. It was open to the hallway; too shallow to provide privacy from the access control office. Its only purpose was to keep the hallway clear. JoAnn hated strip searches even more than pat searches. Many COs fondled inmates during pat searches, sometimes inflicting the indignity several times per day. The rule prohibiting male COs from patting down inmates was largely ignored. Wilson was one of the worst offenders when it came to fondling. JoAnn took off her shoes, sox, shirt and pants. Removing her bra and panties took an effort of the will. Being naked in front of anyone but her husband had always made her uncomfortable. Exposing herself to Wilson, Kowalski and every other prison employee or convict who happened to walk by was intolerable. She took them off and stared at the ceiling, reliving the fear and indignity she'd felt during intake processing. She'd been forced to stand naked for what seemed like an eternity in front of two women who cataloged and recorded her every distinguishing mark. One described each mole and scar while the other filled out a form. They were particularly interested in the port wine stain birthmark on her pubis. JoAnn got her first real taste of prison life when the woman bent closer and touched her pubic hair to see her birthmark better. She tried to push her fingers away. The woman slapped her hand, told her she was resisting and asked the other woman to cuff her. JoAnn apologized and promised not to do anything else. They ignored her. She underwent the rest of the examination with hands cuffed behind her back. It was even worse when a male guard walked in and openly gawked at her. The woman with the clipboard noticed JoAnn's embarrassment and advised her to get used to being naked and having people touch her. She hadn't yet. Wilson finally tired of her conversation with Kowalski and started the hated ritual by ordering JoAnn to lift her breasts. She took her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, moved her elbows out to the sides and raised her breasts so Wilson could see under them. "Big nipples on little saggers," Wilson exclaimed. "Ain't that pathetic!" JoAnn glanced at Kowalski from the corner of her eye. He was watching with a broad smile. Wilson checked the front of JoAnn's body perfunctorily. JoAnn tried to ignore her and thought about Ted's being just a few yards away on the other side of the wall. "Turn around and assume the position," Wilson ordered. JoAnn bent at her waist, shook out her hair, ran her fingers through it then she spread her ass cheeks and held them apart while Wilson donned latex gloves. "Hands on your ankles," Wilson ordered. JoAnn bent farther, grasped her ankles and braced herself. Wilson slipped a gloved finger into JoAnn's vagina. Some COs let it go at that. Others didn't. Wilson was among the worst. "Been a while since you had a cock in here, hasn't it?" she demanded with a side glance at Kowalski. "Yes, Ma'am," JoAnn replied softly. She learned early on that ignoring Wilson's comments only made tings worse. Wilson slipped two more fingers inside JoAnn and rubbed her G-spot until JoAnn began to tremble. Satisfied, Wilson withdrew her fingers and thrust one hard into JoAnn's anus. "Bet you'd rather have it up here, though, right?" she exclaimed. JoAnn replied "Yes, Ma'am" again. The only way to handle Wilson was to go along with her. Wilson pulled her finger out and ordered JoAnn to dress. She inspected her clothing and ordered her to fasten her top button and exclaimed "wouldn't want that horny hubby of yours to get a peek in there!" JoAnn spotted Ted as soon as she got in line. He'd arrived early and gotten a table in a far corner. He waved across the crowded, noisy room when their eyes met. The rule against "unauthorized communication" required her to keep her arms at her sides and refrain from speaking to him or other inmates in line with her. The visit didn't officially begin until her slip was stamped. They smiled at each other across the room until she reached the head of the line. The sargent checked her slip to make sure she hadn't already used up her visits for the month and time-stamped it. JoAnn seethed inside when he summoned a CO over the P. A. to escort "398012." Names, honorifics and dignity were reserved for prison authorities and Free Worlders. She wanted to shout that she was JoAnn Melinda Richardson; wife, mother, financial analyst and holder of a baccalaureate degree from NYU but none of that was relevant any more. Her brief, intense addiction to cocaine had caused of that to be stripped all of it away. She was now state property; just another number among thousands. "Which one is it?" the guard demanded. JoAnn pointed to Ted. "Who's he? Your pimp?" she asked as they walked toward him. JoAnn bit her lower lip and replied "he's my husband, Ma'am." The CO shook her head and asked rhetorically her how nice looking guys wound up married inmates. The visiting room was jammed, which made it hard for the COs to monitor everything that was happening. JoAnn made the most of the single kiss and hug they were allowed. She opened her mouth as soon as their lips touched, inviting his tongue to mingle with hers. She trembled with excitement at the sensation of his hands roaming over her back and sides. She gasped into his mouth when his palms grazed the outer curves of her breasts through her stiff, prison issue bra. She sucked his tongue and spread her legs just enough to get one of his thighs against her mons. She reluctantly ended their kiss to look around for COs, who were thankfully busy at the other end of the room. Ted's hardness pressed maddeningly against her. Practice had made them adept at exploiting each momentary opportunity to be together. He slipped his right hand between them and cupped one of her small, soft breasts. She panted and moved subtly against him, reveling in his delicious scent and the sensation of his body against hers. She gently pushed him away when one of the COs glanced in their direction. The visit would be terminated immediately if their innocent, forbidden pleasure were discovered. 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