" I was sent to prison for thirty years. I was not guilty but that did not matter to the state. They said that I was guilty. That was all that mattered. I had thirty days to report. I got my affairs in order and arranged a time where I would report to surrender.
I tried to enjoy my last few days if freedom.as hard as I tried it was not in me to enjoy it. Not now. Not knowing where I was headed. I wanted to get a full nights sleep the night before. That did not happen. I tossed and turned all night.
I got out of bed. I showered got dressed and then got ready to leave. I put on a blue t shirt,blue jeans and sandals. I got into the car and headed to the prison. It was an hours drive. I really hoped that I did not get lost.
I finally arrived at the facility. Not that I was in a hury to get there.I went to the check point. I took out the sentencing papers and gave them to the porter. He looked them over."are you leaving your car hear?"he asked.I explained to him that I was.
He told me to park at the place marked inmate parking area. I was given clear directions. I followed them to the letter. I found the place. I left the key in the ignition. Then I excited the car. I then walked towards the administration building.
I walked to the administration building. As I walking someone walked towards me. She was wearing a green blouse, blue jeens and and was barefoot. There was a large wet spot in her crotch area. It was a bit odd.
I introduced myself. "Hi I'm Gina !"she said. "I was expecting guards !"he said."they are every where. They try not to be seen unless they need to be seen then you will see them. You don't want that to happen. Are you surrendering?"she asked,I said yes.
She asked me to follow her. We walked up the stairs. I gave the pepper work to the desk clerk. Then I signed an admission form.then I was told I could go.
"OK the rules are fairly simple ! You can go any where except a locked door with a red sign. Lights out are at ten. Each room has a. Lock but it is only used in lock down. There is a solitary.don't go there it is not pretty. "
"OK I said!"he said. "The number one you cannot break this one. "She said."alright I am listening!" I told her."you cannot use the bathroom. Toilets are off limits to inmates. There is no exception !"she told me.
I was shocked. Was that not a basic need. How could they deny the ability to use the bathroom. "0k I can do that! So how do we pee or poop ? "I asked. I had a feeling that this is a question that I rea really did not want to know the answer to. I was right. I needed to know it so I was not in violation of it.
"You have to pee or poop your paints or pee outside .there are designated urination or dedication areas. In your room are diapers and catheters if you want to go that route . I would recommend peing sooner rather then later. Let your body get used to Peking your paints.the trick is to just go !"she said.
I could not believe what I was hearing. We were talking about how to urinate in our paints. I was shocked and horrified by all this.
I was shown to my room. I was given a tour then returned to my room. I was left alone . I decided not to try to pee just yet. I tried not to. I went about my day. I started to feel awful. I had to pee so bad. I felt so uncomfortable but nothing came out. The bladder got more and more full. I tried and tried. I just cold not do it. Finally I did it.
I felt the pee come out. It got more and more. It just kept coming. It seemed like an ocean. I decided to stay in my soiled paints, it felt weird.
"After a while you will used to it.you will learn to love it !"Gina said. I could not believe that. She said that she became horny when she peed, it was orgasmic, I was shocked. I could not believe that.
It got easier and easier. I did deal horney. Pooping was awful. I still have not got. Used to that. That is another story.