the street isn't as wonderful as it's cracked up to be, it's a cesspool

epub or mobi, with thanks to the original sharer

YEAH, WE laughed our way through jail but baby, we weren't laughing with anybody. We were laughing at. And you'd better believe it. We laughed at Lesbians until we were sick. We laughed at rinky dink families that didn't mean anything. We laughed at them making believe they were alive. We laughed at officers playing like they knew what they were doing when they were lower than the girls who were interred in that place. And I mean interred. Yeah, we laughed. But it was no joke. Because we found out that people weren't funny. They were pathetic. And we laughed kind of with tears in our eyes sometimes when we sat down to think what we were laughing at. But most of the time we just got hysterical. Because look where they put us to rehabilitate us. Because everybody else went back. Everybody else came out and did what they were doing before. And more. Jail is a school. They had learned their lessons well because they had expert teachers. I mean the matrons. Eastbrook was a school. A finishing school. And it close to finished me ...

They used to have these little dances, they'd play records and stuff. Much rock and roll. That's where I first learned about it. You have to listen because that's all they play. They cater, you know, to the clientele. They would have these dances and I think Erna forced me to go to one. And I mean forced because I didn't want a public tease, holding Erna and not able to really do anything. She pleaded that because we'd been unlucky in getting together she was just dying to at least dance with me. So I went. But I was mad because of the irony of it. Dancing with all the officers watching, you did things that got you a DG in private. Sure, I liked dancing with Erna. I'd close my eyes and pretend nobody could see, lick my lips when her breast touched mine, turn in a way to nudge her crotch with my thigh, stroke her hip when other dancers blocked the view. Other girls did more, bunched up and pulled titties or stroked between the thighs until officers broke up the groups.