Trisha Waters loves to help people out, no matter who they are. So she gets a job at a prison to help criminals see the wrong in what they did. It's easier said than done. So far every prisoner she's met is a drug addict, murderer, molester, or rapi...
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Trisha was paralyzed from her encounter with Mac. She had half a mind to quit right then and there, but she had struck a nerve with him. She needed to probe deeper into his mind to reveal all of him. She wanted to help him. Not only was it her job, but it was her as a person. If Mac needed help, then she'd help him, even if he didn't know he needed help.
She sat up and adjusted her top, trying not to remember Mac's filthy, firm hands on her breasts. She shivered at the memory, and made a mental note to not sit by anymore inmates. She stood up and combed her fingers through her hair, just as there was a knock at the door. Trisha grabbed her notebook and pen and answered the door. She was greeted by two guards and Paul "Jesus" Rovia.
"Hi, I'm Trisha." She greeted, offering him a hand to shake as the guards left.
"I'm Paul, but my friends call me Jesus. Your pick." He said, taking a seat on the couch with a kind smile.
"Ok, Paul. How are you today?" She asked, taking her seat at her desk.
"I'm doing fine, yourself?"
She smiled. He seemed like a gentleman. But he was here for a reason. "I'm doing alright. Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Shoot." He responded, sitting upright.
"Ok, can I ask where you're from?"
Jesus bit the corner of his lip, and for a second Trisha thought he wouldn't answer. "I'm from Virginia. I moved here with my ex a few years ago."
"Virginia is a nice place, I hear." Trisha said casually. She'd never been there, nor did she want to go there.
"It was alright, but my ex wanted to move to the canyons." Jesus said.
"Ok, what was your ex's name?"
"Lex." He said. "We haven't spoken since I got locked up."
"I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask, how did you get here?" Trisha asked softly, taking notes as Jesus spoke.
He sighed and leaned back. "In a police cruiser, technically." He laughed. Trisha smiled and wrote that down. "But crime wise...well, the reports have it wrong."
"Oh?"
"They say 'terrorist threats', but it wasn't that at all. I was robbing a bank with Lex and had a bunch of hostages hooked up to dynamite." Trisha's eyes widened in shock. "And uh, I was in charge of the button. I wasn't going to blow them up intentionally, but then..." Jesus stopped talking, his eyes fixed on nothing as he zoned out. Then he took a deep breath. "It wasn't my fault. Not really, anyway. I just tripped, and I squeezed too hard..."
