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Subject: {ASSM} JoAnn's Last Anniversary, Pt. 3  imprisonment
Date: Wed,  4 Jul 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2001. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 

JoAnn -(TM)s Last Anniversary, Pt. 3

They separated and sat on opposite sides of the table. JoAnn thought about 
something her cellmate had told her. Maria and her husband had been allowed 
to have conjugal visits while she was in prison in California. JoAnn had 
asked what they were like.

"I got to eat real food, sleep late and fuck my brains out for three 
straight days and nights every three months," Maria had answered wistfully. 
"They were like heaven!" JoAnn would have willingly given ten years of her 
life to be able to have those visits.

Ted sat with his back to the window so JoAnn could look through it. Unlike 
the high walls enclosing the exercise yard, only a single, high fence 
separated the front of the prison from the Free World. JoAnn liked to watch 
the cars speed by on the road in front of it. It helped her remember what 
freedom had been like.

Ted wished her a happy anniversary and asked if she'd received his card.

"No, she replied. "When did you send it?"

"A week ago."

JoAnn sighed and shook her head. The mailroom got slower all the time.

Ted pursed his lips. "I wish I could give you a gift..."

JoAnn did her best to smile. "Yes, I know, Honey. Being with you right now 
is all I need."

She held his hands tightly and toyed with his wedding ring, wishing she 
still had hers. It had been confiscated and sent home when she received a 
month in administrative segregation for failing a urinalysis. The lab was 
sloppy. False positives weren't unusual. They didn't care when she swore she 
hadn't used drugs since her arrest. Jewelry was forbidden in ad. seg., where 
inmates were only allowed to wear T-shits, panties and shower clogs. There 
was no provision for returning jewelry once an inmate returned to 
population.

Ted stared at the front of her blouse while they talked. Her big-nippled 
breasts had always fascinated him. He'd never tired of looking at them, 
playing with them and suckling them. He'd convinced her not to breast feed 
for fear it might make them sag more than they did. He'd gotten off on 
helping her bind them to stop her milk. He'd delighted in buying her dozens 
of lacy, silky uplift bras to model for him. Her already-hard Hershey's kiss 
nipples stiffened even more under his gaze. The tips pressed maddeningly 
against her shapeless cardboard-like cups. She glanced around the room to 
make sure no guards were watching before surreptitiously opening the top two 
buttons of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders, pressed her arms against 
the outer curves of her breasts and leaned forward. Ted sat up straighter 
and looked into her blouse. The bra still hid most of her nipples but he 
could see the sweet upper curves of her breasts and the cleft between them.

He whispered "I'm so hard for you, Baby!" and squeezed her hand.

"Oh God, I want you, too!" she replied and returned his squeeze. "I'm 
soaking wet!"

The tables were so close together even quiet conversations were audible 
above the din. The visitor at the next table stared openly at her. The 
inmate he was visiting slapped his hand and told him to stop ogling the 
white bitch and pay attention to her.

Ted usually did most of the talking. Very little happened in her closed 
world of steel and stone. She kept most of what did to herself to spare him. 
She stroked his palms and admired his clean-cut good looks while he told her 
what was happening at his job and what their friends were doing. JoAnn tried 
to put faces with the names of people with who she once shopped and attended 
movies and school functions. They were increasingly hard to summon up in the 
impersonally hostile warehouse of human suffering.

"You remember Carla Hoffman?" JoAnn nodded. Carla and she had been close in 
college. Their two families spent a lot of time together after they both 
married. She had written JoAnn several times and even visited once during 
her first few months of incarceration. It had been awkward and uncomfortable 
for both of them. They suddenly seemed to have nothing in common. Carla 
became too busy with her own life to bother with JoAnn after that. They all 
go on with their lives, JoAnn thought sadly.

"She's pregnant; due around Christmas. She and Walter are ecstatic." JoAnn 
and Ted had been trying to have another baby before her arrest. It wouldn't 
happen now.She'd be forty-one when she was released.

"How are Mary Ann and Teddy?" JoAnn asked. Ted told her about Mary Ann's 
kindergarten project and Teddy's progress in toilet training.

He looked down at their joined hands. "Karen started watching them full time 
last week." JoAnn stiffened at the sound of her sister's name. Karen had 
always been envious of her older sister. Her jealousy of Ted had been a 
constant source of friction from the day JoAnn started dating him. Karen got 
drunk at the wedding reception and made a scene by hanging all over him. 
JoAnn sat motionless, waiting for him to continue. Ted shifted uneasily.

"I can't afford to pay sitters with the long hours I'm working," he 
explained defensively. "She'll watch them for nothing. She moved into the 
room we were going to use for a nursery." The pit of JoAnn's stomach seemed 
to drop away.

"I didn't know what else to do," he continued. "Money's so damned tight." 
She knew that was true. Gas for visits and the hundred dollars he sent to 
her commissary account every month were budget busters. Weekly 
fifteen-minute phone calls costing ten dollars each, courtesy of a 
sweetheart deal between the Corrections Department and MCI didn't help, 
either.

She sat silently until he raised his head. She wanted to see his eyes when 
he answered.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Ted shook his head but something in his posture 
made her doubt his denial. JoAnn choked back a scream and fought to maintain 
her composure. Displays of emotion were prohibited. She'd be disciplined for 
uttering even one loud word or shedding a single tear.

"Do you love her?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"No," Ted replied.

JoAnn exhaled and slumped in the hard plastic chair. She consoled herself 
with the thought that he might be telling the truth about that. Karen had 
always been a little tramp. He might just be using her.

JoAnn's damp panties clung to her when she shifted in her seat. She could 
hardly believe it but she was still wet and throbbing for him despite her 
freshly shredded heart. She wondered if their love could survive ten years 
of her confinement and his freedom.

The Sargent pointed to the woman at the next table and jerked his thumb at 
the door. She rose slowly and defiantly, snarled "honky bitch!" and hit the 
back of JoAnn's head with her elbow as she passed. JoAnn shook her head 
emphatically when Ted started rise. A confrontation might get him barred 
from visiting.

They held hands and listened to bits of conversation from the other tables 
for another minute. The sergeant pointed at her. The visit was over. JoAnn 
buttoned her blouse while the COs were looking elsewhere and rose. Ted 
joined her. She stood on tiptoes and whispered "I love you so much!" in his 
ear while they embraced. She kissed and hugged him hard, trying to imprint 
the feeling of her lips and breasts on him until the watch officer pointed 
at her and growled "Time! Move it!" over the P. A. She reluctantly left her 
husband to stand behind the sullen black inmate from the next table.

She stepped on JoAnn's foot and whispered "I'm gonna be fucking that pretty 
man of yours while you're still in here with your hand in it, bitch!" JoAnn 
ignored her.

Ted watched her from the back of the room until she reached the desk. She 
mouthed "I love you" several times. He gave her a last wave that she could 
not return and disappeared through the doorway. Her heart sank. Her only 
tangible link to the Free World was gone.

The sergeant initialed her slip and jerked his thumb at the door to her 
world of sorrow and loneliness. A red light illuminated. The door swung open 
in silent invitation. She thought about the mythical sign at the gates of 
Hades warning "abandon hope, all ye who enter here" as she followed her 
newest tormenter back into hell



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