"I thought if I marry Larry then you can still visit him or he you and you guys can be free, at least in here. No prying eyes, no awkward questions, n...o gossiping neighbors."Mom nodded and Heather smiled. "Go on. Fuck each other. Suck each other’s asses. Be free." Heather said.“And you?” Mom asked. “I will do everything else around here. I will answer the door. I will go to the parties with Larry. I will make jokes about being married. And when we are home, you sleep with your husband Linda. You. Now it was 7pm and her dad came in our compartment and was happy to see girls-girls chatting n having fun and now he was assured nd called her to have dinner. Then we too had dinner and dinners were exchanged. I started to flirt on texts. She started to respond more naughtily. I asked her if we can have same fun tonight, there was no reply from her side, I was bit tensed, was it bit more straight, was it too early to ask, no way to know as she was in her compartment. At 9 pm she entered in our. I hadn't eaten any of that shitty jail food, (or anything else for that matter), since the day before I arrived. It only took a few hours for me to sell half my dope for and by the time they housed me and sent me down to barracks 8, my reputation was known. When I found the building, I was carrying my bed-roll, my personal belongings and my paperwork. The barracks was a two-story, dorm type structure which was surrounded by a fenced courtyard and an exercise area. Picnic tables, plastic. A girl at the front of the line was led to the center of the lighted area.She was met by a rather short balding man who was speaking in Thai. As muchas Claire tried to understand what was being said, she quickly realized thathe was speaking to fast for her. The girl in contrast seemed to understandevery word that was spoken and she backed away from the man with a sign ofrevulsion. She was, however, pushed back toward by two taller men from theshadows. The bald man pointed to the crowd, than.