The cell door slammed shut with a loud clang. Amber heard the familiar sound of keys jumbling against the metal, locking her inside. She looked out of the window into the florescent lit hallway, and into the correctional officers eyes. He stopped and stared back at her before walking away, and out of sight. It was labor day weekend, and there were only a few C.O’s on duty this evening. Although, there were many other newly arrested law breakers. Mostly on drug charges, but Amber was here on prostitution charges for the third time this year.

“God damn it,” she thought, “I am fucked now..” Since this was her third strike she would be in county jail for at least 3 months, then spit back out on the street. As a nineteen year old community college drop-out, she had little to look forward to. Other than her long legs and pretty face, she had little redeeming qualities. She had been out on the street for too long, and had fucked too many people for not enough money. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the officer standing outside of her cell.

Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women he would sometimes meet at bars. He certainly wasn’t deprived of sex, but he had been working at the place for six years and was tired of the mundane repetitiveness. He broke protocol by strip searching her himself, instead of calling down a female officer to do it, and he did this all three times she had been booked.