Anyone can take what he needs from the commissary. It’s been that way since I took over. Cheryl might give you the stink eye and come bitch to me about it when folks get greedy, but there are no limits. No old carved up bench out back where females pay for extras with what’s between their legs.

All three are blushing like a bushel of tomatoes, staring holes in the floor.

“Like, is it female shit you need or something?”

Mari squirms and looks at Kennedy. Kennedy’s face is contorted in horror.

The air’s so thick, it’s getting hard to breathe, but I’m afraid if I stand, the stench will...