Cassie & Dion: A True Love Story

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"Inmate Banks, you got visitation!" Correctional Officer Jenkins walked over to Rodney's bunk.

"Who the hell came to visit me?" He raised a brow as he continued to focus on his drawing.

"I ask the questions, inmate. Get the hell up so we can go to visitation!" Jenkins barked as Rodney groaned, setting his drawing aside. He slid out of his slides into his boots that he was forced to wear. He stood up, dusting off his white tee and navy blue khakis. Rodney made sure his name tag was showing so he wouldn't get a shot. Jenkins headed to visitation with Rodney slouching in front of him.

"Over there." Jenkins pointed over to a table with his baton where Dion was sitting.

"Oh shit!" Rodney cracked a small smile as he walked over to the table, "Wassup nigga?!" He dapped Dion up before sitting across from him.

"You real happy for a nigga in jail." Dion laughed, "Shit, my pops was hating the shit outta this place."

"It ain't all that bad." He shrugged, "Just no bitches in here. Ain't nobody tryna look at niggas all damn day."

"Should've thought bout that shit before you went and killed Steele." Dion shook his head, "How the fuck you even get caught?"

"Somebody had the drop on me." After Elijah discussed what happened between Steele and Rodney, Cassie told him where he might be at. She didn't want to get labeled as a snitch but she didn't want Salome to end up in Rodney's place: jail.

"How long you got in this bitch?" Dion looked over him, noticing his hair was starting to grown out.

"Twenty-five." He shook his head, "Them shits will fly by." They continued to talk about his sentencing for another thirty minutes until visitation was over.

"Visitation is up!" Another Correctional Officer, Benson shouted. All the visitors and inmates started dismissing their conversation, and giving hugs before they parted ways.

"You sayin' it ain't no bitches in here, there's one right there." Dion chuckled as he motioned his head towards Benson, a young thick black woman.

"Fuck a CO and get more years added? Hell nah." Rodney licked his lips as he looked over her, "But the idea ain't bad." They shared a laugh and dapped each other up before parting ways. Dion hated to see his friend like that but that's what happens when you get caught.

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"Honey, I'm home!" Cassie walked into the apartment as the smell of lasagna hit her nose, "Ooh, honey you making that for me?" She closed the door behind her, locking it.

"Girl," Salome laughed as she was putting the lasagna on two plates, "Just a lil somethin'."

"A lil somethin' for?"

"For you. I really love and appreciate you, Cass. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you." She went over to grab a bottle of Moet from the mini bar fridge, "And with that, we're going to celebrate with lasagna and moet. I also won't be going out tonight."

Cassie almost teared up but didn't want to look like a sentimental baby. She walked over to Salome and hugged her tightly.

"We also getting high as shit!" She popped her tongue as she hugged Cassie back grabbing some of her small, plump booty.

"I knew you had somethin' else up your sleeve." Cassie let go, mugging her playfully, "You know I don't smoke."

"You don't smoke because of that job but girl you ain't getting no piss test. You like the CEO of the company." Salome laughed as she poured the Moet into two champagne glasses, "A little weed ain't gon' hurt."

"I'm not smoking! I'll watch you smoke." She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her plate and drink.

She walked over to the couch with Salome following her, "Smoke with me!" Salome whined as they both sat on the couch.

"Salome, no." Cassie laughed, "I'm bouta change my clothes, when I come back you better stop this nonsense."

~

The two girls were both on the couch full off lasagna and high off weed. Salome had convinced Cassie to hit the blunt and it turned into several hits.

"So you haven't told me about you and Dion's first time." Salome loved hearing about sex stories. She loved telling them as well. Cassie was never the type to be public about her sexual experiences but Salome shared every detail.

"Mmm, just thinking bout him making me feel good." She blushed as she thought back to herself in the backshot position, "I ain't tellin'! I might be high but I ain't that high."

"Boring." Salome faked yawned, "I tell you all my sex stories. I be getting fucked real good, mmm."

"And you gon pop up pregnant one damn day!" They shared a laugh.

"Girl you need to find me a nice, lil rapper nigga. With a big dick! Don't forget that part!" She stood up, grabbing the plates from the coffee table and headed to the kitchen.

"I ain't find Dion, he found me." Cassie laughed as she grabbed the empty champagne glasses, and headed into the kitchen.

"Well Dion need to find me somebody, shit!" Salome took the champagne glasses and started washing them along with the plates. "I'm starting to get lonely as hell."

"You're special person will come...just like mine did."