Vicki continued to have her way with her for the remainder of her sentence. If it was going to keep her from being framed for God knew what with a sentence of God also knew what, then she wasn’t about to put up much of a fight. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, and even wondered if something was wrong with at least a part of her, she enjoyed their sexual encounters. She just wouldn’t dare show it the way Vicki would.
Vicki continued to supply her with small bottles of vanilla soda. Sometimes they’d even chat together and every now and then Tiffany would find she was actually enjoying herself. Still, she caught herself when she laughed a little too long or a little too loud, for this was still a woman who had blackmailed her into doing things she didn’t want to do. Vicki was beautiful and they had great sex, but that alone wasn’t enough for Tiffany. She needed someone who truly loved her, and someone who truly loved her would never threaten her the way Vicki had.
Once, she dared make her own threats. She had just finished mopping the floor when Vicki appeared for their usual lust session.
“Not tonight, Vicki, please,” she had tried pleading. “I’ve got my period and I’m rather crampy.”
“Would you like some Tylenol?”
“Yes, please.”
“Ok, after we have just a teensy weensy bit of fun.”
Tiffany’s veins filled with dread. “Don’t you dare come near me or I swear I’ll swat you with this filthy mop!”
“Really?” said Vicki, continuing her slow advance toward Tiffany, “Assaulting an officer, huh? That’ll work out well for you, Tiff.”
Defeat poured throughout Tiffany’s body as she lowered her poised “weapon.” Vicki snatched it from her, threw it in the bucket, then shoved her onto the floor.
“No!” Tiffany screamed as Vicki began to tug at her panties.
“At least you weren’t kidding about being on the rag,” Vicki said once she got them lowered a few inches.
Tiffany hoped that this would turn Vicki off, but it didn’t. Instead, she made her strip completely and wash her lower body before having her way with her.
As promised, with Tiffany refusing to say a word to her, Vicki gave her fresh pads as well as several Tylenol. “There’s a few extra for later on if you need them,” she told her.
On her last night in jail, Vicki was off. She thought back to their last encounter the previous night. Vicki hadn’t mentioned her leaving and she didn’t dare bring it up. She was afraid that bringing it up would somehow jinx things. Tiffany wondered if she’d forgotten when she was scheduled for release, though she highly doubted it. But why hadn’t she mentioned it and was it a good thing that she hadn’t?
Her mom and the kids were there to pick her up bright and early on the day of her release. Never had Tiffany been as happy as she was at that moment to see them. She jumped in the backseat where the kids were strapped in their carseats and hugged them fiercely.
“We missed you, Mommy!” Greta cried out.
“Oh, I missed you both so much, too!”
“It must feel good to be free at last,” exclaimed her mother.
Tiffany turned towards her. “Yes, it sure is.”
“Your dad and sister are anxious to see you.”
“Oh yeah? Gabriel’s at the house?”
“That she is,” her mother said as Tiffany turned back to watch the jail slip further and further behind them, and hopefully Vicki along with it.
Once home, she was greeted eagerly by her father and sister, then they all sat down to a wonderful brunch filled with Tiffany’s favorites. Afterward, they all gathered in the living room.
“Oh, how wonderful it feels to sit on something so soft and comfortable once again,” Tiffany exclaimed with joy nestling deep into the plush chair she sat on.
The others laughed as Tiffany vowed to herself to enjoy life from there on out and not let Vicki’s memory haunt her.
But it did. She woke often in the night from nightmares of Vicki chasing her, Vicki peering through her window, Vicki following her on the streets. Once she even cried out loud enough to wake her mother up. She assured her it was just a silly old nightmare and apologized for waking her up.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about, Tiffany? You seem rather distracted at times and it’s got me a little worried.”
“It’s nothing, Mom, really.”
“Well, ok then. See you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
A week after her release, Tiffany and Regina sat down to eat their sandwiches at lunchtime while the children in the daycare center napped peacefully. They had already eaten.
“So what’s wrong, Tiffany? Sometimes you just aren’t quite yourself these days. It’s like something’s eating at you.”
“It’s nothing,” said Tiffany. “I guess it’s just the readjusting back into so-called normal society.”
“You don’t do that by being so despondent. Come on, it’s me you’re talking to. You know, your best friend.”
Tiffany sighed as she put down her chicken sandwich to take a sip of her apple juice. She had become rather sick of vanilla soda. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she began, “it’s just that it’s not an easy thing to talk about, even with you.”
Regina chewed on a bite of her roast beef sandwich thoughtfully as she studied her friend. “This doesn’t have anything to do with while you were in jail, does it?”
Tiffany answered that question with her silence.
“Oh, Tiffany, what happened?” Regina asked with concern. “Did an inmate – you know – take advantage of you?”
Tiffany set her juice cup down. “Worse. It was a guard.”
Regina froze. “Oh, my God! Not the one you mentioned liking, I hope.”
“Shhh, keep it down. You’ll wake the kids.”
“Ok. Besides, I know this isn’t the time or place to discuss such a thing, but I’ll call you sometime this evening.”
Tiffany simply nodded, then went through the rest of the day rather mechanically with Regina passing her a look of concern and empathy every so often.
When Regina did call, Tiffany talked incessantly about all kinds of trivial things, hoping Regina would forget about their earlier conversation at the daycare center, but that wasn’t the way it would be.
“Tiffany,” Regina finally managed to insert, “please tell me what happened.”
Tiffany was quiet for a moment as she ran her fingers through her long tresses. “There isn’t much to tell, Regina. That guard, Vicki, took advantage of me. I’ll admit that I liked it at first. She’d bring me all kinds of no-nos too, like my vanilla soda, the lip gloss I like, and things like that. We’d chat, then I’d clean, then we’d get it on in the shower room.”
“My God!” Regina exclaimed, “I thought these things only happened in books and movies.”
“So did I. Anyway, she started getting pushy and even threatened to have me framed if I told anyone. I couldn’t stop her from having her way with me, though I tried and I…” Tiffany’s voice broke off as she broke down and began to cry hysterically, drawing the attention of both her mother and sister who usually knocked on her door before entering.
“Why don’t you tell your mom and sister about it?” Regina suggested. “Don’t be ashamed. It wasn’t your fault and you know you can trust them to understand.”
“Yeah, I suppose there’s no hiding it anymore.”
She hung up with Regina promising to call back later, turned to her mother and sister, and told them what happened as briefly as she could.
“How horrible!” cried her mother. “The nerve of that evil woman! She needs to be stripped of her badge, her job, and then put in her place.”
“You really should report this,” Gabriel urged softly.
“No way. I mean, I just can’t. It’d just be my word against hers just like she said. You know those in law enforcement protect their own. She’d be seen as the credible one while I’d be seen as nothing more than a vengeful criminal. I appreciate your concern and you caring enough to let me confide in you, but all I want to do is just get on with my life.”
Her mother and sister looked at each other, then back at Tiffany.
“Well, ok,” her mother said reluctantly. “If that’s what you want.”
“We’ll support you on whatever you decide to do, sis,” said Gabriel.
Tiffany smiled with gratitude.
“Just don’t wait too long if you change your mind,” said her mother. “I’m sure there’s a matter of statute of limitations.”
Tiffany assured them she’d be ok before her sister left to go home and her mother, along with her father, turned in for the night.
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