Paula and Jake the tyrant—a/k/a Paul Bunyon had just finished having sex. She was pissed and her ass was still cold from the ice. “Listen Paula, I’ll be on vacation for two weeks.”
She was thrilled, but kept it to herself. Thank God, she thought.“Oh, you’re going away—where are you going?”
"My girl and I are going down to South Beach, Florida for a week and then on to Jamaica for another week. I’ll be leaving in seven days and will be back around the sixteenth.”
Two whole weeks Paula thought—she was delighted to hear that news. Jesus, she was sick of him and she was tired of being frozen in that kitchen.
He then said, “So, you know you won’t be getting the cakes because I don’t have anyone to deliver them. We’ll pick up where we left off when I get back.”
Paula was glad he was leaving but she surely would miss those cakes not showing up. One thing she hated about being in jail was having those delicious baked goods. She thought about how she used to make all those treats when she was free. “Okay, I’ll see you in a couple days for our regular meet.”
“Well, while I’m away, you’ll be servicing someone else for me.”
“What?” she screamed. “You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not doing a damn thing.”
“Listen woman, you don’t have a contract with me that I have to abide by. You need me—I don’t need you and don’t you forget that!”
Paula was absolutely livid with Jake and not up for dealing with or having to screw a replacement while he was vacationing. “Jake, I don’t want to be bothered with another person here. It’s not even worth it to me.”
“How do you know? You don’t know what he may give you.”
“I’m not interested.”
“You sure?” he said smiling coyly.
She hesitated, wondering who it was and what the person could do for her. “Damn.” she thought. “Maybe it would be something good.”
“Who is he?” she asked.
“I’m not telling you just yet. You just think about whether you want to do someone else and we’ll talk about it on Tuesday.”
Paula got the place clean, and Jake walked her back to her cell with the cake. On the way there she was wondering who this potential customer was and what he’d have to offer. She decided to give it some serious thought and think of something she would ask for. Maybe she could sell herself for something worthwhile.
They got to her cell and Josie, her cellmate, was home asleep. Paula went inside and unwrapped the cake. When she looked at it she thought about all the times she had made that same cake and also how she had made it for Earl, and Horace screwed that up for her. She hated Horace. She reached over and got a pen and used it to cut a slice of cake. She lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling while she was eating it. “Damn, I’m really in a mess being in jail,” She thought.
Half the time she wished she hadn’t hit Emily in the head and gotten into this shit hole and the other times she wished she had killed her. She lay on her bed eating the cake and fantasized about seeing that cop Terrance. Often she considered trying to call him at the station and asking him to come to see her. He sure was fine and she never forgot looking into his eyes that night he came to her apartment and then stupid Floyd messed that up for her by showing up at her door. Damn, everybody was a pain in the ass. Whenever she got out of jail she planned to move as far away from Philadelphia as she could.
Her mother came to see her once a month, and all she did was complain about money, and how Grandpa Oscar, who never came home on time anymore, was out of her control. Floyd had hooked up with someone else and never came to visit Paula. Life was a bitch. She ate another piece of cake and drifted off to sleep in her uniform.
“Let’s go meet your new client,” Jake said as Paula was lying on her bed doing a crossword puzzle.
Paula got up and rolled her eyes at him. She couldn’t stand his ass and couldn’t wait until he left for vacation. She wondered who the hell she had to screw now. He’d never given her any information on the person. They took the stairs four flights up to some nicely furnished offices. Jake then pointed to a chair. “Sit down,” he ordered. He went into an office, closed the door for a few minutes and came back for her.
“Paula Gray, meet Warden Walter Langley,” he said.
Paula was stunned. Jake had arranged for the warden to be screwing her?