1 Chapter One

It's 1993 at Trenton State Prison in New Jersey. It's the oldest prison in the state. It was built around 1870, from the outside it looks like an antiquated haunted stadium or castle. It audaciously sits on a block smack-dab in the city of Trenton. People live their daily lives directly across the street as the prison is their haunted neighbor. It is possessed by the sorrowful souls, blood, sweat and tears of about two thousand prisoners. Each having very long hard sentences. As soon as you enter you can feel and smell the sorrow off the walls. You suffer from the conditions of the old prison itself more than the hardcore prisoners that reside within.

It is a hot summer night in the housing unit in the west compound of the prison called 2-Right. You walk down a few steps and then you pass a big bulletin board. The smell holding back all illumination. Then there's a water fountain, a locked cabinet that holds a fire extinguisher and a slip-sink. Then you pass on to the officers desk to get assigned to a cell. When you look up you see three long narrow tiers of tiny cells, that really are more like cages.. Then you have the first tier on the bottom floor called The Flats. When you look down The Flats you see more cells to your left, an antiquated heater, big windows above and lastly an eight head open shower. Basically, all of this is echoing that you're at the last stop. That many don't make it back home from here. Most officers try to exude the same callousness in their character. Nevertheless they are respectful and professional for the most part because the prisoner don't have much to lose. A lot of dudes have natural life or multiple life sentences which means they are never going home. You have death roll here too where people have dates when they will be executed. New Jersey's worse are here!

The housing unit houses one hundred and thirty prisoners. The cells are enclosed by bars which makes it looks like animals in small cages. There are thirty cells to a tier. Occupying cell 141 in third tier at 1:30 am is Mike Mike. Mike is sharpening a fiberglass knife by scraping it hard against his floor to give it a finger point. It has a string attached to tired around his waist so it can't be wrestled from his hand. Mike is a middleweight general at 185 lbs. First thing that following morning at breakfast movement; he nonchalantly goes to one of the cells at the back of the tier. The big sticky target liked to stay up all night watching T.V. and jerking off to pornographic books. The bully had gotten too arrogantly comfortable over the years. Mike Mike was to new in the prison and had to set the tone to gain his respect. The bully would hog a big chunk of phone - time slots which would prevent Mike Mike from using the phone some nights. Nobody else would complain to the bully about it so Mike Mike humbly explained to him the domino effect of what he was doing. The bully refused to compromise in anyway so Mike Mike had to move on him. All the doors opened for mess. The lady officer had the hots for Mike as soon as he moved to the unit. He told her to take the security lock off the bully's gate. The bully would disrespect her too, so she didn't care what happened to him. Mike Mike stepped inside the cell and the bully jumped out of his sleep fighting for his life. Stabbing and kickboxing was Mike Mike. The bully at first threw a few very hard bolo punches. Once he saw Mike Mike block and slip them and then counter with strong one-two punches he tried to grab Mike Mike. Mike dropped back a step and uppercut and kneed him in the face. The bully was badly dazed but he held on onto Mike's waist for survival. Mike Mike repeatedly stabbed him in his back with all his might. The bully ended up slumped down in a ball at Mike's feet. Mike smelled blood and stabbed him several more times in his arms and side since he was covering up. The bully started begging for his life. Once Mike saw that the bully was really a coward under all those muscles, he left. He threw the knife away deep down in the trash can and washed the blood off him in his cell. A gang of officers blitzed the unit only to find the bully in the fetal position on top of his own blood. The officers then called a medical come. They took him to the clinic where he healed in two months and then protective custody since he refused to snitch.

Mike Mike gained all the respect for his courage and people loved him for his good character. He always tried to reason even with the worse people. He spread his influence which resulted in him starting a crew of generals who had their own soldiers in the prison and in the streets. Believe it or not he was all about reformation spiritually, mentally, physically and financially. He always exhorted his crew and others to reformation because he knew it was the solution to mass incarceration. They would share books about history, religion, politics, law and business. He had all of them take college courses. They took all the programs the prison provided. Everyone was well versed in the law seeking reversals in their appeals. He started an investment club where they would invest in stocks together. Everyone established strong relationships with their families and some became teachers and authors. Neither of them took drugs and all were in top physical shape. Nevertheless the whole prison knew they were still very dangerous if they were pushed around too much. The were the positive pillars of the prison. The were great motivational speakers and good listeners to people's problems.

Mike had received 25 years to life for a Kingpin charge in Atlantic City. A couple of his so-called buddies snitched on him in a big heroin case. He had a great trial and appeal lawyer who promised he would get him out on his direct appeal in a couple of years. The lawyer knew "they had them" because the judge allowed unwarranted crime evidence in the trial that heavily prejudiced Mike. This means the judge wrongfully allowed the prosecutor to bring an old drug case of Mike's that wasn't connected to his current one.

All the prisoners called the lady officer Ms. J which was short for Johnson. She was a laid back officer who just did her eight (hours) and hit the gate (went home). She was thirty years old and single so she had a few short loved relationships with her colleagues. Thus far in her ten year career she had never gotten involved with any of the inmates because she didn't want to lose her job. She would only play and flirt.

She was born and raised in the city of Trenton. She owned her own hair salon and she was a realtor. She would just get fly and sell a couple homes a month. She was even fixing to go to school to become a mortician. She would go twice a week at night. She knew the death business would do well in any economy. She worked at the prison from 6am to 2 pm so she had plenty of time for her grind. She understood being a correctional officer wasn't strenuous so why not grind for multiple streams of income?! Her motto was "grind hard today, so you can relax tomorrow."

She was 5'5, cinnamon complexion, and well endowed in all the right places. Her face and hair were so adorable that it looked like she changed nationalities at will. One day she looked Afro-American, the next day Dominican, the next day Brazilian and the next day Kim Kardashian. Yes, it is possible for black and white people to resemble each other but yall don't hear me though, lol. More importantly she had a good personality. One of her flaws was that she was a functional sex addict. Her sex history was kind of extensive but who was Abdullah judge since his was far worse.

Mike Mike was 5'9 185 lbs., cut up from the butt up. His body was well defined and athletic. He had a light complexion and wavy short hair in beehive. He was twenty-seven. He had prescription Gucci glasses that he wore to better his nearsightedness. He was naturally handsome with a nice smile. He had defined broad chest, big strong back, chiseled shoulders and arms and an eight pack. He had very fast hands and feet. They called him the black Bruce Lee.

He was always book-smart in school. School was always easy for him. He lacked in commonsense to make the right decisions in life. He was intelligent, talented, and athletic. He could have been CEO, singer, or professional boxer. Instead he close the wrong path.

The following day after he humiliated that bully Ms. J was sitting on a chair at the front of the third tier, actually waiting for Mike Mike to return from the mess hall.

In light of the fact that women choose men she sparked a conversation saying with a smirk " you didn't have to do him that bad."

Mike Mike just shrugged his shoulders and eyebrows. Then he said, " I was having a debate about you the other day. We were discussing about who was the finest women in the building. I said it was definitely you and backed it up by describing your beauty from head to toe."

She started blushing and said, " Thank you." She spoke in a low tone " I like you."

He retorted, "I was thinking the same thing. We should communicate more often."

She just smile and nodded

"We must obviously be careful because I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I caused you to lose your job. At the end of the day it's about getting this easy check and your pension" Mike Mike said as he crossed his hand in front of him.

"You got that right" she said

They agreed that they would talk the next day and he locked in. They were having a party in their minds because they were really attracted to each other. The following day she couldn't help herself against risking her job by initiating the writing of brief letters on small sheets of paper called kites. She would smuggle them in her bra. She only had to clear the metal detector when she came to work. Mike Mike would read them quickly and shred them, flushing them down the toilet. He would return the correspondence. They got to know each other much better via these letters. They also would converse for short stints when she came to work. After a month of getting acquainted and making each other laugh, Mike Mike kindly suggested she buy the book Asata Shakur.

She asked "why?"

"This book helped me reform my way of thinking. It taught me I was doing the oppressors job for them by oppressing my own people with drugs and violence. That I was emulating them by harming my own people. Ima use it to make a positive change when I get out." He expressed

Another book he referred her to was 'Purification of the heart's by a white genius scholar named H. Yusuf. This book taught how to remove the diseases of the heart, soul, and mind so they both could come to their relationship with clear minds. She had him buy this nice poetry book by Mya Angelo. They were falling in love spiritually and mentally. They would write sex letters and crack a lot of jokes too. They wanted to consummate all this love so bad but they would have to plan well, Mike Mike was tired of it all and wanted their relationship to be blessed. He sent Keisha (C.O.'s first name) to his sister's house in Atlantic City. Keisha, his sister, his two brothers and his spiritual advisor was there. He convinced her that they should allow his spiritual advisor to marry them over the phone.

He asked her, "what do you want for your dowry?

She smiled and push the phone up to her cheek then said," I don't want to dig too deep in your pockets since you've been locked up, so just give me five grand now and five more when you come home."

"Say no more" He said

The spiritual advisor said even though their circumstances were abnormal he would pray that God would accept their marriage. After praising and thanking God he sent prayers and blessings on all the Prophets. Then he explained to Mike her rights over him and to her his rights over her. Then he made a contract which included the dowry. Then Mike's family gave her more money as a gift. They took her to a five star restaurant at Bally's Casino. They are and rejoiced. They also swore to secrecy about this. His sister and wife went shopping at the boutiques on the boardwalk.

He had told her on the ceremonial phone call that he would renew their vows when he came home. Now how were they going to consummate their marriage? Mike Mike had thorough dudes for neighbors to his right and to his left. Neither of them were snitches and they minded their own business. One would always go to yard and gym to workout in the morning. The other one stayed in the cell a lot. Mike Mike had his people put five hundred on his books.

He also understood that if he didn't keep silent Mike Mike would put a lot of holes in him.

The senior officer downstairs wouldn't be a problem either. He was cheating on his wife with Keisha's female friend who also was a correctional officer. Keisha and her friend put him in check. Her friend was the area sergeant, so all corners was covered.

After her Sundays and Mondays off Tuesday morning would be the start of their delicious sexcapades.

That Tuesday morning she set her alarm clock for 4 a.m. so she could eat a light breakfast then shower, moisturize, and beautify. She got her hair done along with a manicure and pedicure the day prior. She arrived at work at exactly 6 a.m. She was doing her morning count to make sure all the inmates were present and alive. She stopped by Mike Mike's cell and blew him a kiss in which he returned. After the count was clear Mike Mike bolted for the shower. She smiled in her mind because she knew what he was cleaning up for. He lotioned his body and put sandalwood oil on his inner thighs. He greased his hair done and brushed it a thousand strokes. Then he laid it down with a wave scarf. He had bleached his cell down and put brand new sheets on his bed the night before. That morning he perfumed the cell with some "smuggled-in" incense. The yard movement would be called out around 8:30 a.m. Every minute felt like an hour in their minds.

Ms. J hit the break which was the big lock over all the doors and yelled out "Yard out, yard out!."

Mostly all of the prisoners went out. The housing unit was calm and quiet. Ms. J went downstairs to tell her colleague to call her name as if she was doing a walk around if any superiors other than her friend popped up. She switched upstairs to her husband's cell. She unlocked his door and entered his cell as quiet as she could. She closed his gate without locking it.

Mike Mike stood up and approached his wife. He extended his hand and they began to french kiss with so much passion. He helped her take off her belt and vest. She popped voluptuous breast out of her bra and precariously pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles. This way she could hurry and get dress if a C.O was to be heard.

At the sight of her gifted body. Mike grabbed her hand and slowly began to spin her around. He whispered" Daaamn"

She never felt so wanted. As she twirled, blushing and chuckling. She had a sexy full waist. Her breast hung like pineapples on a tree. Her tummy was well proportioned and naval so cute. Her vulva was projecting and fleshy. He started to kiss her with all his being and licked the rim of her ears and neck. He fondled and sucked her breast. Mike fell to his knees and pulled her in close to him. She squeezed his head and smelled his hair as he licked her stomach and navel. Their hearts were beating like drums. He looked up at her and she grabbed his face while they began to kiss again. His sword was lifting up his white robe. She grabbed it and began to uncover him. She was overwhelmed by his broad chest and eight pack stomach that ended with a "V" shape, which pointed right to what really mattered; his sword. The head of it was already glistening like a shiny helmet due to his arousal. Technically his dart was eight inches but looked like a splendid nine inches due to his chiseled body. Yeah in the past she had bigger but her intuition told her that his handsome and strong stick was going to have her in F.E.M.O.S. ( Female Extended Multiple Orgasmic State).

She sat on his bed and began to take off all of her clothes. She forgot where she was. They were on planet ecstasy.

"Now lay down" he ordered.

He kissed her from her mouth down to her navel. He filled her thighs with love bits and then smooched at her vulva. Mike then rubbed, caressed and played with her vulva as if he was familiar with all its parts externally and internally. She sighed and wined in so much pleasure. He ate and drank the wetness of her hot chocha as if he enjoyed it more than her. He gave proper attention to every part of her treasure. His tongue swerved and skated in figure eight movements. He did it in different paces and movements.

The four walls of Mike Mike cells never had seen sunlight before. But as she gripped and grinded the sun began to rise within her plush walls and her breaths grew stronger as it rose and rose; until he could feel the heat emitting from her thighs as she convulsed in organism. He place his hand over her mouth and held her down so she couldn't move.

With all the juices he took from her he began to passionately kiss her. Then she spun around and his sword peaked in and out of her vulva. He had a pen that wrote in many different languages. A stroke stronger enough to push against any wave. He used all his weight and muscles in each pump obeying her matrix. And as her tide began to rise he felt rush of ecstasy and both reached the climax and apex of good love making. A simultaneous orgasm. In total she had three and he had two.

Then they kissed, hugged and complemented each other. The closest thing to paradise on earth is good sex with ones spouse.

He gave her a brand new rag, towel and Dove soap to clean her beautiful vulva, butt and thighs. She was moving quickly and pulled her uniform on and was glowing with happiness all day. He went to the shower trying to disguise his enjoyment because he didn't want people on their business.

He couldn't believe what just happened. He was in complete shock