Author's note. I fixed up some of the problems in the first part of Jill Kelly goes to prison (bad editing mostly, subtle changes.) I have also added a second part to it. Jill joins the prisoner's wives club. Thanks and hope it reads a little better.
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Jill Kelly walked into the Vermont state prison. She was there to visit her husband Bob Kelly, who had been sentenced to 12-20 years on a drug possession bust, six months ago. Bob and his long time buddy Stan were nabbed trying to cross into Canada with a shit load of cocaine, and ecstasy. His lawyer told her he might be out in 8 years on good behavior, if he's lucky.
Jill's thirty year old legs felt weak as she entered the visitors entrance, when she married her high school sweetheart, some ten years ago, she could have never imagined he would end up in this much trouble with the law.
"Eight years in prison, how could this have happened?" She thought as she saw the visitor check in sign.
"Hi I'm Mrs. Kelly, I'm here to see my husband," she mumbled.
"Ah Mrs. Kelly," said an old guard sitting behind a large glass window, just inside the door. "I see you're a virgin."
"I beg your pardon!" Jill snapped.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, I just meant it's your first visit here," the guard snapped back.
"Oh sorry, I'm just nervous," she moaned.
Jill could see a waiting room behind the glass, five or six women anxiously waiting for their visits, it was weird, it kind of made her feel kind of good, at times she felt like she was the only one.
"Here take this," the guard said, handing her a vanilla envelope, "put your valuables in it, purse, jewelry, everything."
"Everything," Jill snapped.
"Yah everything valuable, your watch, your rings, your car, your house, just put them all in that little envelope!" The guard hissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry again, I guess I had a little too much coffee this morning," Jill stumbled.
Jill complied with his order and the guard handed her some forms to fill out, as he buzzed her into the waiting area. Jill took a seat, she still couldn't believe she had to wait six month after her husband was sentenced, before they would allow her a personal visit.
"What sick fuck thought up that fucking rule. I mean, she was his wife after all," she thought as she signed her names to the forms.
Sergeant Adams spotted Jill as she started filling out her consent forms. Sergeant Adams was a husky man in his late forties. He was in charge of the prison's personal visits on the weekends.
"There she is, looking good eh," he said, while nudging his hunting buddy, who just happened to be the Sheriff's only son, Deputy Duffy.
"How the hell did I miss her at the trial?" Duffy gasped, as they checked her out.
"Nice long, soft brown hair, adorable face, wow, she looks so young and innocent," Duffy whispered, "you sure she's thirty."
"Yah she thirty all right, cute little thing ain't she?" Adams said as he read her file, "No kids either."
"Usually I never miss the cute ones," Duffy moaned.
"You were too busy testifying against her fucking husband," Adams hissed.
"Don't you think she will recognize me," Duffy said as he nodded.
"I don't know, her eyes were all watered up," Adams whispered.
"Only one way to find out," Deputy Duffy said as they approached Jill.
"Hello Mrs. Kelly, I'm Sergeant Adams and this is."
"The jerk that took away my husband," Jill interrupted Adams.
"I was just doing my job miss," Duffy smirked, "I guess I just have one of those faces," he thought.
Deputy Duffy had made the arrest quite by chance. Duffy and Sergeant Adams as well as several guards from the states prison were hunting in Northern Vermont, near the United States, Canada border. He ran into a couple of hunters who were looking for a small road that led into Canada, it was also unmanned most of the time. Deputy Duffy only became suspicious when he told them a better way to get to the boarder, but the were emphatic, so he showed him the way. He also called the border patrol and had them waiting for them all at the boarder. The drugs were quickly found in trunk of their car.
"They weren't the smartest drug smugglers in the world." Deputy Duffy thought.
"Have you signed your forms?" Adams asked.
"Yah here, can I see my husband now?" Jill cried.
Jill hadn't been able to just as much as hold her husbands' hand in over a year in half since Deputy Duffy had arrested her husband and his best friend, and since she also wasn't able to come up with the 2 million-dollar bail bond.
"I understand your eagerness, but we still have our procedures," Adams said, "if you come with us we will start your search."
"Search?" Jill screamed.
The sounds of nervous laughter, from the other women, filled the room.
"Didn't you read the forms? Before you can see your husband, we have to perform a search for illegal contraband. See it's on page two," Adams scolded.
Jill had read the form quickly, "I must of read them too quickly," she thought.
"Let's go, your hubby is waiting," Adams barked.
Jill got up slowly; her breakfast tossed in her stomach, as she was led down the hall; there was a black door with the words, visitor processing, written on it in yellow.
"What going on...I mean where are the female guards?" Jill asked nervously.
"I don't know, maybe in the female prison." Adams answered sarcastically. He had been down this road many times before.
"Your not, I mean, what do you think I'm an idiot?" Jill screeched.
"What's the problem, you signed the forms, It gives us, the prison personal, the right to search your belongings and your belonging," Adams hissed
"No fucking way I'm letting you guys touch me, it's not right." Jill cried.
"Geez buddy, I don't think she likes us much, Oh well, have it your way. I'm sleeping in my wives warm bed tonight," Adams taunted.
