In correctionChapter 9
We both watched the guard lead the tailor out of the room. As soon as the door shut, Warden Kobe turned to me and said, “Now, about you and your commando fetish.” “It’s not a fetish...” I started, but her finger shushed me across my lips. She traced it down my chin, over my neck, and then back on my shoulder again. “I need you to relieve me of some stress I have, thanks to you.” “Really” I replied, a little confused, “I didn’t do anything.” “You and I have something in common.” she mused,...