Becky McDonald lay back on the sun lounger. The turquoise waters of The Caribbean and the white sandy beach were a stones throw away. She was naked. The private bungalow occupied by the hotel manager, her lover, was tucked away in a corner of the complex and very private.
Becky had got used to the life now, her fellow, Dan was kind, thoughtful and best of all very horny whenever Becky was around. The sex was the best she had ever experienced. Add to that, his son Jack was a bonus, filling the gap that being unable to have children had created. All this and in Barbados as well, life doesn't get much better than this thought Becky as she sipped her ice cold drink, allowing the condensation to drip from the glass and slowly roll down the valley between her breasts, causing the nipples to stiffen of their own accord.
As Becky relaxed in the warm sunshine, her mind wandered to Wetherfield. It would be cold now, snowing possibly, "good," she said to herself, "I hope it freezes the bitches tits off." The bitch of course was her sworn enemy Tracy Barlow. Becky smiled to herself, looked out over the tropical sea and said, "whose got the cream now Tracy?" and slowly, still with a smile, dozed off to sleep.
The dream came quickly. Becky was not in paradise, but in prison. She was alone in a cell, when the door opened and a stocky female prison officer entered, closing the door behind her. Becky flinched, she knew what as coming.
"On your feet McDonald," the officer barked. She was in her forties, not very attractive and very butch.
"Oh come on miss, why me?" asked Becky
"Because I say so, you will get your reward."
Becky's reward would be a few ciggie's, which were like gold dust in prison.
Becky reluctantly stood and slipped the skinny vest she was wearing over her head. She stepped up to the other woman and taking her face in her hands, kissed her full on the mouth. The woman's tongue thick and course found Becky's and began to twirl around it. As they kissed the officer undid Becky's bra and exposed her breasts. Dipping her head she began to suck hungrily on the nipples, while Becky stared blankly at the picture of Brad Pitt she had on the wall of her cell.
The officer then tried to pop the button on the waist of Becky's jeans. But instantly Becky grabbed her wrist. "Not today miss, time of the month, its messy down there, wouldn't want blood on our hands now would we?" Becky was not on her period, but the thought of those fat ugly fingers toying with her was quite repulsive.
After slobbering over her breasts for another few minutes, the officer simply stood, dropped a few cigarettes on Becky's bed and walked to the cell door. As she left she turned and said, "you have a new cell mate this afternoon, someone you know."
Becky pondered in her dream, who the newcomer could be.
At 2.30 her cell door opened. "Here you are McDonald, a new roomie for you."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," said Becky as she saw Tracy Barlow standing in the doorway.
"Hello Becky, must stop meeting like this." replied Tracy with her trade mark smirky expression .
"No way, get that bitch out of here," screamed Becky. The officer ignored her and slammed the door shut.
The two girls did not speak. Tracy eventually had to use the toilet that was in the corner of the cell, After she had finished her pee, she wiped herself with the rough paper supplied by the prison.
