Four Greg
Osiris
Rec time is over just as I get a response from her that I don’t have time to read. It’s annoying, because it’s honestly been a while since I had something to look forward to, and every minute I sat here waiting for her to respond almost made me forget where I was. Almost. Officer Johnson with his big ass mouth and molestache made sure I remembered my place, and ordered us all to clear out. I’ve never wanted to punch him more, and he’s known for stealing all our best snacks when they search our cells for contraband.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about Sienna and what she possibly could have said back to my bullshit. To be honest, her age doesn’t mean a damn thing to me, but I knew it would be something that annoyed her so I latched onto it with both hands. Maybe it wasn’t the best opening when flirting with a woman, but it got her to respond, and honestly that’s enough for me at the moment. I have her attention, now I just have to make sure I keep it.
I work part-time out on the grounds, so once I get all the yardwork I’m assigned done for the day, I go grab some chow for lunch, and then play basketball for an hour or so. It’s my usual routine, even though I’m much more distracted today thinking about Lock & Key. After I get my shower done and finally have a chance to return to the rec room, I have to pay off a guy in Honey Buns to get him to let me have his computer. It’s not ideal, but no one does shit for free in here, and I’m just happy he didn’t ask for something much harder to get.
Her message immediately makes me grin. Goddamn I miss me some good chicken tacos, the woman’s got good taste. “Not being a little bitch? Fuck me, I think I just fell in love.”
“In love? With who?” a guy named Taylor asks, but I wave a hand at him to wait so I can finish reading the message.
I can’t believe she just gave me her number. “My future wife. You got a paper?”
He always has paper, so I hold out my hand for a ripped corner of it, and then scribble down her number as fast as I can, then log out like my pants are on fire so I can rush over to the phones. The wait time there is much more annoying than the computers, but I manage to trade more food with the guy standing in front of me so he’ll let me cut and all it costs is three cups of noodles. That one hurts just a little more than the Honey Buns, but it gets me on the phone with twenty minutes to spare before I have to return to my cell.
My ADHD has me tapping my fingers nervously on the receiver as I wait for the call to connect, though I fear she’ll hang up as soon as the automated voice tells her she’s getting a call from an inmate at Blackridge Penitentiary. Hopefully the fact that it comes out of my pocket and not hers helps. Still, nothing can prepare me for her voice when the call finally connects.
“He-hello?”
“What’s up, Sienna? I —”
But I’m cut off by what sounds like the phone falling on the ground before I can say anything else. Did she just panic?
My smile only grows wider when her nervous voice returns. “What?”
“I was just saying hi. You good?”
“Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?” she asks, sounding breathless. “Are you fine?”
I feel my anxiety calm in a way that surprises me. “I’m fine, thanks for asking, beautiful — I mean ma’am.”
“Hey! I’m not that old. Did you call me just to be rude?”
Her voice is a little deeper than I expected it to be with a rasp that seems to go straight to my dick.
More. I need more. “Was that rude? I called you beautiful.”
“And then took it right back. So yes, you’re rude.”
“Okay, my fault. Sienna Conley, you’re fucking beautiful. Did that make up for it? If not, let me tell you I traded a Honey Bun and three cups of noodles to talk to you.”
I really don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, but I just have to cross my fingers and toes hoping she doesn’t hang up on me for being an idiot.
She pauses, making my anxiety spike again until she says, “Wait, really?”
“I mean, I’ve only seen the one picture, but yeah. You’re definitely gorgeous as fuck unless you’re catfishing me.”
I know that’s not what she means, but I can’t help but fuck with her. It’s already like our very own love language.
“Oh, I’m definitely catfishing you,” she laughs. “My real name is Greg.”
Chuckling, I bite my lip for a second as I contemplate a response. “Alright, so you’re Greg, and I’m not in prison. I’m fine with this role play as long as you’re still a blonde. That’s my line.”
She sucks in a breath through her teeth. “Ooh, it’s not real, Si. It comes from a bottle.”
“Damn. You’re killing me, Greg. Tell me more.” I’m trying not to sound desperate to know everything about her, but I can’t help it. “How tall are you?”
“Short enough to be a problem.”
“Knew it. I’ve always been a sucker for the ones I can toss around.” Not that I’ve ever actually had the chance to do it, but I can’t tell her that. An argument breaks out behind me I know she can hear, but I tuck the phone into me more to hopefully drown out some of the scuffle. “Sorry about the noise.”
“It’s okay,” she says a little softer. “So we’re role playing, right? Where are you really?”
Shit. I don’t know enough about the outside to keep this up, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Uh... the gym. You?”
Sienna tries to hide the snort she lets out with a giggle, but I heard it. “I wish I was in the mountains somewhere, but I’m sitting on my couch at home. I guess that’s not very fun, huh?”
“What are you wearing?” I realize how creepy it came out after I’m done speaking. “Not like that, I’m just curious. I’ve worn sweatpants for eight years.”
“Grey ones?” she blurts. “Wait, don’t answer that. No, please answer that.”
I don’t get why that just made her so flustered, so I answer anyway to hear her breathless some more. “These ones are light grey.”
“Oh.” I swear I can hear her swallow. “That’s a good color. I’m just wearing an old tee from college and a pair of shorts, so you probably look better than I do. How... tall are you?”
The way her voice tilts makes me think that wasn’t the question she wanted to ask, but I’m happy she did. I want her as curious about me as I am about her. “6’1, I think. I was 6 foot last they checked, but I’m pretty sure I’ve grown a little bit since I was 18. They don’t care to check that shit often once you’re in since most people don’t grow much as adults.”
“That’s tall. How um... how old were you when...?”
When I fucked my whole life up? Guess there isn’t a nice way to ask this one, so I give her the honest answer and then try to lighten the mood for her. “I had just turned sixteen. How old were you when you decided to be a blonde?”
“Sixteen?” she repeats softly. “You were just a kid.”
“Yeah. It’s probably the only thing that kept me from getting life, honestly. Something about my brain not being fully developed to make the right decisions or some shit. I don’t know, the day’s kinda fuzzy.” It’s not. I remember every single second of my sixteenth birthday, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t something Sienna wants to visualize. Who knew a body could bleed so fucking much? “I take it you didn’t Google me?”
“I didn’t. I wasn’t sure I’d like what I found, if I’m being honest. The stories are always so biased.”
“For sure. I appreciate you taking that into account, and asking me yourself. Maybe one day I’ll tell you the story.”
“Five minutes!”
I cuss under my breath at the fact that we didn’t get enough time. “Sure you heard that, but you’re still stuck with me until Officer Dickhead comes back. Do you live alone?”
She hesitates again like I’m gonna break out in the middle of the night and get her. “Yeah, I do. I don’t really like people.”
“No? I couldn’t tell,” I say with a laugh. “I don’t really like people either — particularly other men. I’ve seen enough random dicks to last a lifetime.”
“Do you like your cellmate at least?”
“Yeah, he’s cool, but he’s about to get out so I’m mad at him,” I joke. “Won’t even take me with him. Rude, huh?”
“Extremely. Will you get a new one or have the place to yourself?”
“Fat fucking chance. Not having a cellmate is a luxury I don’t have, unfortunately. I’m sure I’ll have a new one within the week. Just hope it isn’t some dude with a chip on his shoulder, I can’t get in any fights.”
“Just get naked. No one wants to fight a naked guy.”
I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of me. “You’d be surprised at how many brawls break out in the showers. Just dicks swinging all over the place.” I shudder. “Please give me something else to think about before I hang up. I’ve had nightmares. Can I call you again tomorrow, new best friend?”
“Yeah, that would be okay. I work until five, but I may be able to answer before then.”
Part of me is happy she can’t see the stupid ass smile on my face. “Alright, I’ll be sure to snatch a phone up as soon as one’s free. Don’t message any other inmates in the meantime. Deal?”
“Are you jealous, Osiris?” she asks, sounding so fucking flirty and seductive my dick swells in my pants. One thing I hate about these damn sweatpants is there’s no hiding an inappropriate boner when one pops up. The way she said my name...
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yeah, I am, Sienna. I won’t be able to sleep unless you promise me I’m the only felon for you.”
“I couldn’t believe I even messaged you, so yes. You’re the only one.”
“Good. Tell your friend I said thank you for forcing you to send me a mean message.”
She laughs, unfiltered this time. “I won’t tell her anything of the sort, she’ll never let me forget it.”
“Sounds like a good friend if you ask me. Did you tell her about the dinosaurs?”
“Time’s up!”
“Fuck off,” I growl, wanting nothing more than to punch this corrections officer in the throat. “I’m almost done.” I give my attention back to Sienna, but I know I only have seconds before he comes over and hangs up for me.
“Don’t get in trouble. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright, and be prepared to tell me about whatever the hell you dream about since we both know I’ll be in them. Goodnight, ma’am.”
“You shut your mouth. Bye.”
She hangs up, and I have a huge smile on my face as I do the same. It’s ruined immediately when I turn and see Officer Johnson sneering at me, but not even his ugly mug is enough to fully sour my mood.
For the first time in a long time, I actually look forward to tomorrow. I don’t think anyone could ruin that for me.