When a new maximum security correctional facility, the first of its kind in the world, where male and female inmates are integrated opens up, there are 7 female inmates that are selected to participate to be a part of the program. One inmate Deanna...
Dwayne's POV So I see that Dr. Shareef and the weasel haven't made it back yet, so I'm patiently waiting. I still haven't decided what I am going to do, but all I know is that she belongs to me and she doesn't know it yet. All I know is that I can't let her get away from me, she's everything that I want in a woman and more. I'm the type of man that gets what he wants no matter what. I would say that I'm a lot like my incarcerated family members. When we want something or someone, we get it at all costs. Since those female inmates arrived at the facility, they were already snapped up by my cousins, so what does that say about us Samoans. In a word, we are ruthless as fuck, that's what it says. The only difference between my cousins and me is that I don't have a criminal record, so I am able to be on Joe's payroll and simultaneously get a great salary from the state of California, with the approval of the Warden. But there's something missing from my life and that is a beautiful woman that I can call my own. A beautiful woman that I can make my wife and mother to my children. Sure, women are drawn to me like a moth to a flame or like flies to shit, but it's usually due to some superficial reason such as my wealth and my appearance and the fact that I can lay pipe like a plumber. And it's usually about what I can do for them financially rather than getting to know me and who I am on the inside. But when I laid eyes on Dr. Shareef, I felt like I was hit with a ton of bricks. Its was like Cupid shot me in the ass with his bow and arrow. Sometimes when I'm in a meeting or doing a parole hearing, I find myself distracted by daydreaming about her. I daydream about us being together and leading to marriage and a family. But you know I don't care about Randy's weasel face ass, I'm gonna claim my woman no matter what. She's gonna be my girlfriend and eventual wife and hopefully not long after she becomes my wife, I will watch her grow big with my baby.
I must've sat here after I dropped that gold digging bitch off for a couple of hours because I dozed off. When I dozed off, I dreamt that Dr. Shareef and I were living happily ever after in my house and she was happy at home with my children running around. I woke up to nightfall and the headlights of a car approaching. The weasel was bringing baby girl back home. When their car stopped, I saw Randy hop his weasel face ass got of the car and go over and open her door for her, trying to act like a gentleman. Whatever, I'm not impressed. When he takes her hand and helps her out of the car, my heart skips a beat at those curves. That coke bottle shaped body is doing things to me that it shouldn't.
At that moment, I see them talk for a moment and then I see him give her a kiss at the door and they go inside the house. Like what the fuck?!
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Then it hit me. Could he be trying to score? No, he better not be trying to score, because if he is, I'm gonna rain down hellfire and brimstone on his ass. If he gets laid, it's gonna be a permanent green light on his monkey ass! It's gonna be on sight with him until the day he retires! The fuck does he think he is, that's my damn woman, even though she doesn't know it yet! The kiss and them going inside makes my blood boil even more, but for some reason, I have to see more, so I get out of the car and go over to the window to watch. Luckily, her bedroom window was open and was covered by a curtain so sheer that you could see through it and I could see everything. This asshole thought he was some kind of great lover. But I can say, with great confidence that he's got nothing on me. Yeah I know I seem like a creeper watching her like this, but I just have to see what my rival has to offer, which, in my opinion, is nothing.
