The tale of Cassidy Rayne
Dressed in her ill-fitting brown uniform, the deputy led Cassidy Rayne (not her real
name) to the communal shower and showed her where to undress. Up less than thirty minutes,
the newly incarcerated twenty something slipped out of her orange jumpsuit and let it lay on
the bench next to a row of lockers. Next to her clothes lay two sets of orange jumpsuits also
crumpled and lying in a heap. In the other room, she could hear the sound of water spraying
and see steam rolling in, clinging to the ceiling and drifting above her.
“Get in the shower,” the deputy said sternly. “You have twenty minutes.”
Cassidy, head hung low, walked around the corner into the shower room and took in a
good whiff of steam. She instantly took notice of the two nude women already embracing each
other under a shower head in a soap lather embrace. “What the fuck is going on?” she asked
“What does it look like?” the jailer replied. “You got eighteen minutes.” That being said,
the jailer backed away against the wall keeping an eye on the inmates.
“You expect me to go in there?” Cassidy asked. The jailer looked at her watch and back
at Cassidy without saying a word. With no answer, Cassidy slowly stepped over the ledge that
kept the water in the bath house and found the shower head the furthest from the couple who
were now engaged in some sort of rhythmic grind. Keeping an eye on the two women, Cassidy
turned on her shower, brought it to the right temperature and stepped into the strea m.
Nervously, she looked around for some soap or shampoo and saw none close by. To her
dismay, the only bottle she could find was setting on the floor next to the two women who had
now taken notice of her.
Trying not to bring any attenti on to herself, she turned away from the couple and tried
her best to rinse off without soap and make due with what she had. It was then she felt the
cold plastic bottle touc h her back and knew one of the women had brought the soap over. She
spun around facing the taller, thinner, better looking woman with her hand outstretched
clutching a bottle of body wash.
“We weren’t trying to hog it to ourselves,” the woman said reaching her other hand out
and touc hing Cassidy on the hip.
Cassidy backed up and took the bottle from the woman’s hand. “Thanks,” was all she
said and stared past the woman at the other woman who was walking towards them.