The brunette looked amused.

"Oh really she said that… what else ?", the brunette spoke loudly.

"Ssh! do you want Ashley to beat us up!", I hissed but the brunette only grinned. I was beginning to think she wasn’t the brightest crayon in a crayola box or maybe she had some loose screws.

"Who told you ‘I’ beat people up", the brunette chuckled.

Me not realizing what the brunette said, answered her, "Barry told me you… wait…You!…your–…Oh my god… you? your ?", I was at lost of words.

"Uhm… I don’t speak illiterate", the brunette or should I say ‘Ashley’ joked.

"But– you… your supposed to… your…You!", I was flabbergasted.

"Hey, cool your panties. I’m not as bad as people put me out to be, and I am no grouch", she defended herself.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say. Ashley just looked amused and stretched like an overgrown cat; crawled over me, and went to go brush her teeth, and just like that me and Ashley were acquainted with each other.

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After Ashley got up I went down to the laundry mat and washed my shirt. Ashley had got me a spare shirt from the clothes room, then I walked to Rachel’s cell, she was reading a magazine. I entered her cell and she glanced up at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"You won’t believe what happened to me", I sighed as sat down; my head on the womens lap.

She giggled and looked down at me, her fingers threading through my hair. She felt the growing lump from when I knocked my head against Ashley’s.

"Care to tell me what happened ?", rachel questioned.

"Me and Ashley bumped heads, and I mean quite literally", I chuckled at my morning endeavors.

I retold Rachel about everything that I could recall. When I told her about Ashley and me she laughed, and rubbed my head. She waggled her eyebrows at me.

"She likes you…a lot", rachel stated matter of factly.

"Heh! right, I bet she does", I joked; not seeing Rachel’s serious expression.

"So whats on the agenda ?", I asked the older women.