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Keller gave Beecher one more pump for good measure, then creamed up his rear end.
“Oh, fuck,” moaned Keller, “I love you baby. Fucking McManus! He’s going to move me out of Em City.”
Meanwhile, Addibesi, his too-small cap propped just so on his cranium, was taking care of Beecher’s hot, white mouth. He took his ubiquitous lollipop out of his mouth and said something in a heavy West Indian accent. Also, that evil female screw was watching the whole thing via security cam and jilling off to it.
In the next cell (or “pod”), Ryan and Cyril lay on their bunk beds.
“I’m scared of da dawk, Wyan,” whispered Cyril.
“I know you are, buddy,” said Ryan. “But McManus won’t approve that nightlight I asked for.”
Date Written: March 12, 2003
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