Jim felt sick. He felt weakness spreading through his muscular, twenty year old body. He’d heard all the horror stories about prison, especially the stories about young white boys! God, I can’t do this! Panic was overtaking him. The door to the bus opened and a heavy set guard with a cigar hanging out of his mouth stepped inside the bus. “All right, mother fuckers, welcome to prison. I want you to step from the bus, one at a time. No bullshit or you’ll pay for it. Once I shake all of ya’ll down, we’ll be going to the ID room where you’ll be strip searched and then get your new ID card. Any questions?” The guard looked around the bus with an expression that dared anyone to speak up. Jim inhaled deeply as he watched the guy in front of him get patted down by the officer and then sent to the side of the sallyport with another officer. “You got a problem...girl?” stated the officer flatly. Jim was absorbed in his thoughts. A shove from behind sent him flying down the three steps at the bus door and onto the pavement on all fours in front of the officer. “Damn...look at you. Girl, you’re gonna be a prize here! Them black boys love pretty young boys, especially those with such pretty blonde hair. Get up fucker.” Jim was shaking all over as he stood at the officer’s command. “Spread your legs.” Jim obeyed and the officer ran his hands all over Jim, stopping at his crotch. “Whoa...” The officer looked back to the bus and raised his voice as he continued, “Ya’ll are gonna like his package...he’s got a big one for a white boy!” The humiliation was just too much for Jim. He didn’t care anymore. Face burning, Jim turned and swung his hands that were cuffed together and landed a blow to the officer’s jaw, almost knocking him off his feet. As if they appeared from thin air, several officer’s converged on Jim, knocking him to the ground, pounding his face into the pavement.

 

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