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.
"Fuck you," Jill snapped.
"Nice language and I thought your were the shy and innocent type," Duffy broke in with, "well then if that's the case, see yah in three months."
"Three months?" Jill snapped.
"Yah, you only get personal visits every three months, unless properly authorized," Duffy barked.
"First you make me wait six months and now three more, I'm his wife for..." Jill cried.
"And this is prison, not a fucking holiday Inn," Adams barked.
"You can't do this, just wait until my lawyer hears about this one," Jill huffed as she turned and scampered off.
"I hope he does a better job than he did at the trial," Duffy barked as Jill slammed the prisons front door.
The two men shared a laugh.
"I guess her old man goes hungry tonight," Adams said.
"Do you wanna tell him or can I?" Duffy said as the two men shared another laugh.
"Oh well, lets see what else we have today, I mean I'm here anyways." Duffy groaned.
Deputy Duffy didn't work in the prison, he was on special assignment as he liked to call it. Basically he would also come to visit his older hunting buddy Sergeant Adams, when he told him he had someone special coming in, because next to his father, Deputy Duffy, despite the fact that he was only 26 years old, was the best female processor in the state.
Jill left the prison in a huff, she cried herself to sleep the next couple of nights, partially from the pain of missing her husband, and partially because she blamed herself for not having the courage to go through with the search.
"How selfish could she be, how could she ever face her husband again?" She cried.
Over the course of the next several weeks, she talked to her lawyer repeatedly, he just couldn't find a way around it, she had signed the consent forms, and it was a legal document, giving any prison personnel permission to search her for contraband at anytime and the state of Vermont had no law preventing opposite sex searches.
She talked to her mom, who had been her, tower of strength, during the trial, unlike Bob's family who had disowned him after his arrest, and again she slowly built up Jill's strength. She even offered to come with her when she went back. She also talked to her friends and her co-workers at the bookstore, she took a job at, after her husband got arrested.
Jill hadn't had a job since high school, her husband always took care of her. He had a good job as a stockbroker, while his father had also given him a large sum of money, when he graduated from high school. They had it made, a large house, nice cars, luxurious vacations. They lived a charmed life for awhile.
Then Jill's husband Bob, had a streak of bad luck, a change in the stock market, had cost Bob's clients millions, and had nearly wiped him out. He became desperate, he needed quick cash to maintain their current lifestyle. He also lost most of his clients, so the money stopped coming in.
He had swallowed his pride and asked his father for some quick cash, but to no avail, his father told him he would have to change his ways, and make do, heck their home alone was worth a million bucks easy, his father told him, but Bob was too proud to sell his home.
That's when his friend Stan came up with the drug delivery plan that landed them both in jail. It seemed so easy at the time, just drive up from their homes in Connecticut and make a delivery in Canada. Stan as it turned out, took the easy way out and hung himself in jail, while waiting for trial, leaving Bob to take the fall. Bob couldn't believe his run of bad luck, I mean what were the odds of running into a Deputy in the middle of nowhere.
Jill gathered up her strength and made another Saturday appointment, exactly three months after her first visit. She had tried to call and write her husband several times to let him now what happened, why she hadn't been there to visit him, but to no avail, seems like she didn't fill out the proper forms.
Finally it was time for her Saturday visit, she found herself back outside the prison walls. She also had dressed extra conservatively today, she didn't show any skin at all.
"Just let them feel me through all this," she said as she entered the prison again. She had a new sense of purpose, she didn't want to let them get the best of her. She had renewed confidence, but most of all she was fueled by desperation. She needed her husband to sign the sales agreement on their home, so she could make ends meet, at least for awhile. Her job at the bookstore just wasn't doing the job, the bills were piling up.
