Miranda POV I was facing Joel and trying desperately to not stare appreciatively at the swell in his pants that I’m sure I had caused when we kissed and pressed myself tightly against him. My cheeks burned red and my core clenched as I glanced up and saw the crooked smirk on his face, catching me staring at his package. He shifted purposefully, forcing his pants to tighten against his harness, making the outline more prominent and I felt my panties dampen. "Like what you see?" interrupted where my thoughts were taking me and now my whole face and neck felt like they were on fire. "Its okay baby cause as you can tell, I really like what I see."I really didn't know how to respond to such forwardness, I had never been with a man this assertive and to be honest I was always a little shy anyways. I thought he said he was nervous as hell but he sure didn't act like it. He sat there and spoke as if he was quite sure of himself and while I was turned on, I was also confused. Is this just
Miranda POV My visit with Joel can be described as nothing more than confusing. I knew that I liked him. Hell, I even caught myself calling him my prison boyfriend sometimes. Still, in the back of my mind, I kept telling myself that this visit may in fact, put things into perspective for me. I could finally quit feeling like a highschool girl crushing on the bad boy who keeps getting suspended so you can't even stare at him in world history class. I’ll end up forming a whole relationship in my head, based on limited contact and then get frustrated when it doesn't work out the way I want it to. Because that is exactly what is happening here, I'm starting to fall for a man I can never have because he is locked up in prison for an undetermined amount of time and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that fact. Everything is limited and under the control of others, including our phone calls. However, after seeing him, it only made my high school girl crush problems worse. Not
Joel POV I lay in my bed, thinking of my near perfect visit with Miranda from the kiss to the casual conversation and everything in between. It's difficult to even describe in words the feeling that I have lacked for so long. I guess the clearest way is that I feel peaceful and happy. Can it really be that simple? Of course, when something good happens it is always followed by something bad and my peaceful disposition is rudely interrupted by flashbacks of the past. I heard his voice and I instantly felt anger fill my veins, remembering what she had told me about the abuse she had suffered at his hand. She squealed and I came around the bush only to find him facing me with his arms around her in a hug. His eyes got wide as he saw the gun and he instantly relaxed his hug on her. She slipped from his arms as I raised the pistol, pointing it to his face. I felt like a hero as I drew back my arm and hit him across the head with the weapon. He fell to the ground as I stepped in and sl
Joel POV After a few hours of writing, scratching out what I had just written, and just simply planning how I would convey what Ineeded to convey in such a small provided space, I set the pen down and laid back. It was amazing how mentally exhausting that was. I would still wait for Shotgun to come back in and review what I had written before transferring it to the official form. In the meantime, thoughts of what he had written will swirl around in my head because I had a tendency to overthink shit. The questions were simple enough: Along with the first one there was Discuss issues surrounding your crime. Do you admit guilt of your offense(s)? Do you have feelings of remorse? What have I learned since my incarceration? Why should you be granted parole? Why is your parole plan good? And the section for additional comments. However, the answers were so much more complex. On top of all this, I need to make a decision of whether or not to tell Miranda that I am up for parole. I ha
“Amanda, he did not kill his girlfriend! I already read the charges. It was probably like he hit someone while speeding or he had a gun that accidentally went off. That is what manslaughter is. It's not murder. I looked it up already,” I plead, “So turn the computer off. I need you to be supportive. It's not like I have anyone else in my life that supports my decisions and this is important to me. He is the only person I have felt a connection to in a long time. Don't take that from me. Please.” “Oh, God. You don't have to get so emotional,” raising her body from the computer chair and meandering into the kitchen. She grabs a bottle of Pinot from the counter. I'm not much of a wine drinker but I always seem to have plenty around. A couple years ago Nancy had a wine party and I won some wine of the month club membership so every quarter I get delivered a box of wine. Who am I to complain about free booze, but I always wonder when this prize expires. Am I just going to get free w
Joel POV I woke with a startle to the cell doors opening. "Shit." he grumbled. He had been doing that a lot lately. Sleeping in. And grumbling, as a matter of fact. I knew today was the day I had to return the parole paperwork to the counselor but I felt like somehow it wasn't quite ready even though I must have been through ten drafts before finalizing it. Of course, I want to get out, but now its even more so. Now, with Miranda waiting on the outside, getting paroled has placed getting paroled as a higher priority. I stepped back into the cell and grabbed my blue shirt and paperwork.I walked down the stairs and wandered up to the front desk where the COs sat throughout the day. "Smith?" I said to the CO who had worked the floor for at least the last couple years. He was an older gentleman with gray hair and a rounded belly which won't be getting any smaller considering the amount of hostess cupcakes he eats in a day. I swear that guy has always got something in his mouth. "Whe
Joel POV Once I realized who was on the other end of the phone, I was able to calm myself down. I don't understand why i was feeling so possessive about Miranda anyways since we haven't even defined this relationship. I just know that I want her. "So, I'm up for parole and my date is two days from now." I tell her. "Shit. Shit. Shit." Miranda said. "They didn't give you much notice, did they?""You know how it is baby," Joel sighed "Anything and everything they can do to make it that much harder.” I immediately tried to catch myself. There are enough problems that each of us have. There was no need to be negative and bring down one another during our phone time. This was the time that we should be enjoying each other's company."Look," I said. “I didn’t know whether or not to tell you because I didn't want you to get your hopes up but also I didn't want to keep secrets from you. There’s a really good chance that I will be denied. Most people have to go up for parole several ti
Miranda POV The next two days went by as slowly as humanly possible. That day after hanging up the phone with Joel, I hung out with Amanda and we worked on letters of our own to send into the Virginia Parole Board along with wrangling some other friends that Amanda and I gathered up from our art classes and wine nights to write letters, too. All were friends and acquaintances who we knew are active in supporting causes such as judicial system injustices, unfair sentencing, etc. so they were happy to help us out. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of banging and Beebs barking and growling at the front door. “Who the hell is waking us up on a Saturday morning?” I asked Beebs as I walked toward the door, still wearing my night shirt and slippers. As if she could answer me even if she knew. I peek out the side window and see a familiar face, holding a steaming paper cup sporting the logo from my favorite coffee shop up the road. I eagerly opened the door, grabbing the cup as I