Prison Term

It was supposed to be a harmless psychology project. Pretend to be a prison inmate for the weekend, and observe how the real inmates coped. But when pretty Bobbi Williams found herself accidentally assigned to the men's wing, her definition of "hands-on training" took on a whole new meaning!

I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings, instead of withdrawing into my own pensive thoughts. If I had, the entire weekend--and probably the rest of my life--might have turned out differently. But I was concentrating so hard on maintaining the proper subservient attitude as I followed my jailor that I didn’t even look into the adjoining cells...until the door slammed, and it was too late.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I protested, bolting forward. "I’m not supposed to be here, you’ve made a mistake!"

But the guard was already gone. And instinct warned me that he wasn’t going to return anytime soon.

"Oh, hell," I muttered under my breath. "Now what?"

Obviously I was here for the duration. I stared around my tiny cell in dismay. Narrow cot with a single scratchy blanket. Dirty looking toilet and sink, but no mirror.

No privacy whatsoever.

And all around me...cells that would very shortly be filled with men!

I was supposed to have been in the women’s wing! Why had they stuck me at the opposite end of the prison?

I was in the very last cell, the one that abutted a thick cement wall. Well, that gave me something solid to pound my head on, for not paying more attention. Stupid girl! I berated myself. And stupid guard, for not noticing that there was a woman under these grubby old clothes!

I kept my mouth firmly shut when the other inmates trudged back in, and the doors slammed loudly behind them. So far, only a few had even realized that I was there, and none of them knew that I was a woman. I wanted to keep it that way!