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The Convict – Part 18
By Joshua Ryan
Documents Relating to Convict 353308 Rossetti, Jason Scott
Inmate, Southern Regional Longterm Correctional Facility
Document 1
DATE:
011319
SENDER:
351699 Cleveland
Inmate, SRLCF
RECIPIENT:
Mrs. Heather Johnston
1112 Detroit Street
Milestone IN
STATUS:
Approved for Transmission
***CONVICT TRANSMISSIONS NOT TO EXCEED 400 WORDS***
Dear Sis,
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you, its been very busy here. You remember how I said I didnt have a cellmate? Well now I’ve got one. Too bad, eh? Not really. His name is Jason and I like him a lot. He was in college so I guess I’m sort of in over my head, but he’s teaching me a lot of stuff. :-)
Thanks for the birthday gift, which they finaly gave me. You know they only let us have a couple books at a time, so I had to get rid of one of my books before they gave me another one. Big deal, huh? I like that story about the guy that had everything except the one thing he really wanted to have. But listen, the next time you send something I wish youd send me a big book about science, cause Jason is gonna teach me that. (He didn’t say so but he is.) I want to learn about astronnomy so try that. I always liked stars.
Well its Sunday night and I gotta be at the office early tomorrow morning. (Smile) Anyway it’s time for me to sign off for now.
Write soon,
Jacob
Convict #351699
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Busman’s Holiday – Part 01
By lthr_jock
Clark walked down the cell block, glaring at the inmates who were still out of the cells his presence usually enough to send then scurrying out of his way. He could best be described as a bull of a man – 6-foot-4, barrel chested and with thick arms and legs from repeated workouts. Although he was in his 40s he was still in remarkably good condition with hardly any fat on his body. He kept his hair neatly trimmed though not shaved like some of his colleagues did. The inmates new better than to cross him – he knew where all of the security cameras were and he was able to inflict pain swiftly and violently when he decided to.
Clark was definitely an old school prison guard. He didn’t believe in all the modern crap about rehabilitation – as far as Clark was concerned, prison should be true punishment. If it was up to him, inmates would be in distinctive prison garb, doing hard labour and be in shackles all the time. His mind drifted to the collection of iron restraints he had in his cellar at home – if only he was allowed to use those on the inmates, he would have a much easier time!
Photo flashback: The guys of Mr S at IML 2011
The Stag Night
By NWsubguy
The stag week had been going better than expected. Ben, the guy a week from marriage, had been having a great time enjoying the last few days of freedom in Amsterdam. Even I had managed to put an ill-advised night between myself and his fiancée out of my mind, at least enough not to give away what had happened to Ben.
All in all there were 5 of us and the week had been spent mainly drinking and exploring the seedier areas but on the last night the best man Mark had suggested visiting a fetish club that he thought would give Ben a suitable send off into married life. I’d had one or two sessions of being loosely tied up but had never really got into it and considered myself fairly vanilla so I had no real idea what to expect from the night but was willing to give it my all in an effort to keep Ben happy.
From the outside the club seemed like any other. There were a couple of bouncers at the front of a pretty large queue made of people in both normal night out clothes and some others in more extreme, and often revealing, outfits. I started to head to the back of the queue but Mark stopped me and said that he’d called ahead and got our names on the list so we could go straight in which, considering the cold weather, seemed like a definite blessing. We all gave all our names to the bouncer and they just nodded as each of us went in but as I went past one patted me on the shoulder and said “hope you enjoy your time here” to which I just replied “thanks” and hurried to get in. Looking behind me on the way down the corridor I saw the 2 bouncers laughing to each other over something.