1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    where we can talk. Help me zip my dress, and we'll have some breakfast. Here comes the matron.&#034 We adjusted each other's dresses and hair, and then filed out of the cell with the others to go to the mess hall. I really did not feel like eating. The little wave of elation that I had started to feel from talking with Helen was soon lost in a sea of depression as the depersonalization of the mess line drove a new realization of where I was back into my mind. I was in jail like our society felt any common street whore should be. The dregs of the vast flesh and slime pits of New York City surrounded me. Helen stood behind me in line hovering protectively, but nothing she could do would remove the depression I felt now. I just knew I had lost Peter, some of my friends, and most of my self-respect. I just knew that I would be better off dead. All I took was a cup of bad coffee, and the least burnt piece of toast I could find. Helen ushered me to one of the long tables, and shoved the way for us to sit at the end of one of the benches with a few sharp words and an elbow to a very butch woman who was apparently about to be arraigned for shooting a liquor store clerk in an armed robbery. She let me sit on the end of the bench where the others could not bother me physically. &#034The food's lousy in The Tombs,&#034 she said. &#034Rikers Island has a better mess hall, but you wouldn't want to go there for the cuisine.&#034 I smiled at her little joke, but it did not cheer me up. We ...
    ate mostly in silence. I was just feeling too low to talk. Then we were all marched back to the cell to await the opening of court at ten o'clock. We spent that time in some idle chatter, but nothing of any consequence happened. All I could think of was court, and how I could face Peter there. He had said that he would be there with an attorney. How could I possibly face the man I loved this way? I cried a lot on the inside while I waited. At least we did not have to wait long. &#034Okay, girls,&#034 said a very tall and mannish appearing policewoman, &#034it's time to get ready for the judge!&#034 She opened the cell door, and we all filed out to join her and another female corrections officer. They took us back to the driveway where we had come in the night before, and loaded us into another truck for the short trip over to the criminal courts building. &#034Don't worry about your purse,&#034 said Helen reassuringly. &#034It'll be at the property office at the courthouse when they release you. I don't know what order they'll call us, but if you're before me, wait for me on the front steps, so I can give you my card. If I get called first, I'll wait for you there.&#034 It only took a few minutes to get to the courthouse, and soon we were in an elevator on our way up. We went down a couple of back corridors, and were let into a long, narrow room with two rows of seats along its length. It was really a small room, or cell since two walls were all bars, inside of the courtroom ...
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