Strangeness at Fellows - Part 5

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Nick B

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Rating: R	Add Review   Read Reviews, Last Review 05/13/07 (1)	Added: 05/13/2007
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Synopsis:	Denise and Stephanie go to the sea-side to lay low for a while...
Categories:	In Hiding  Magical Transformations  Stuck
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Part V

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...

It was about three in the afternoon by the time the two girls got off the number forty-nine bus at Churchill Square. It was packed with shoppers, all of whom had little or no interest in either of them.

They headed for the phone boxes on the opposite side of the road and leafed through the directory to find somewhere for the night.

They chose one, just off St. James' Street. The phone had been answered by someone who sounded extremely effeminate and Denise thought that this might be a place that wouldn't ask too many questions about two girls sharing a room.

"It'll have to be a double, I'm afraid," said the man, who looked a lot like Jimmy Somerville from the Communards and even had a voice to match.

"It'll have to do," said Stephanie sounding a bit dubious.

"Well don't get over excited luv."

Stephanie scowled at the man who pointedly ignored her facial expression by pursing his lips, thrusting his nose in the air and mince, mince, minced out to the room at the back. Denise couldn't help laughing.

Once they'd dropped their stuff (the one rucksack was all the two of them were carrying between them, apart from a small clutch-bag that Stephanie (had) had from the night before), they left the hotel and ate a belated lunch at a small café in West Street, before wandering along the promenade.

"Oh smell that sea air," said Denise.

"What, you mean the air tinged with more than a fair chunk of rotting fish?"

"Have you no sole?" asked Denise, with more than part of her tongue thrust into her cheek. Stephanie groaned. "Sorry. I couldn't resist!"

The sea front was littered with curiosity shops, shops selling candies, fish and chips shops and even a shop that was marked "Palmist".

"Let's go in, it'll be a laugh," said Denise and dragged a protesting Stephanie into the shop with her.

"Good Avternoon girls," said the woman as they entered. "I've been expecting you."

Stephanie and Denise exchanged glances.

"It's alright Stephanie. I know you don't believe in people like me." Stephanie sat down with a thud. Denise went pale and sat down beside her.

Madam Sylvie went to the door, turned the "open" sign to "closed" and turned the key, locking the three of them in. She also adjusted the Venetian blinds and the room was plunged into a kind of red half-light. The two girls got noticeably agitated.

"Please. Do not vorry. I heff no desire to do you harm," she said, returning to a large gaudy-coloured chair opposite where the two girls were sat.

"I can see zat sings are not quvite vot zey seem, no?" Neither girl said anything.

"No? Vel anyvay, zey are not. You heff secrets, zat is off no matter. Evorybuddy heff secratz. I can see all," she said turning tarot cards over with a flourish forming a cross-shaped arrangement.

"Ah, zo, Denise, or should I purhap call you Denis?" Denise paled.

"Denis?" said Stephanie, shocked.

"Vell, she used to be. She's not now, ess you ken see. Heff you heard of Strange Fellows Day? No? Vell, it ees zer day ven zer Devil eemself ees said to valk zer streets, granting vishes zat are not alvays zee true vishes ov whouvver ist choozen."

Denise was busy examining the toe of one trainer as this was being said and Stephanie was looking daggers.

"It vould seem zat our friend 'ere made a vish zat vos granted. Ees zat not true?"

"I guess it must be," said Denise in a barely audible voice and then turned to Stephanie with a look of abject apology on her face, mouthing the words, "I was going to tell you..."

Denise though couldn't remember actually wishing for a change. She could vaguely remember wishing that the feelings wouldn't end after shaving and getting into bed. Perhaps that could have been interpreted as a wish, at a stretch.

"Don't blame 'er, Stephanie. She vos goink to tell you, but sings heff been moving too quickly." She laid another card.

"Ah, but eet seems zat you heff secrets too, no?" she said looking Stephanie square in the eye. This time, it was Stephanie that saw something on her shoe that needed investigation.

"It seems zat Stephanie 'ass not told you zer truce eizer," she said raising an eyebrow and sending shivers down both girls' spines. "But it vud seem zat she could not do vot she vos supposed to do and she ees een big trouble now, no?"

Stephanie nodded.

"Zo Denise," the strange woman continued. "You heff been turned into zer girl no?" Denise nodded. "You vill need to ect quickly eef you vont to go back." Denise blushed and looked mighty uncomfortable. "Ah. Ziss iss not zo velcome, no?"

She shook her head and once again Stephanie looked shocked, annoyed and more than a little puzzled.

"Eets not zo unusual. You didn't know zis vos goink to 'appen did you?" she asked and again Denise shook her head.

"Stephanie. You are in zer greatest danger. Zer men who seek you out are angry. You make zer bargain no? And now you heff broken zat bargain. But you broke zer bargain for luff." she looked up and gave her a big wide smile, then looked at Denise. "Ahh, young luff. I remember such times, ven I vos much, much younger; zo, maybe not zo long ago really."

"Zer rest of zis iss not clear. You need to find a smart man 'oo, ees not so smart and not so old eizer. Eet ees 'im 'oo ees be'ind all zis. Zer police are useless. You need to get to ziss sing's bottom as zey say."

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Stood outside, the two girls were completely gobsmacked. Stephanie wouldn't look at Denise as, as far as she was concerned, Denise had lied and Denise wouldn't look at Stephanie, for exactly the same reason.

Stephanie broke the silence first.

"I need a drink."

"I think I could do with one too - maybe two too."

They walked together past the Palace Pier and across the road to the Hungry Years. Complete with drinks, they say opposite one another at a table.

"Denis?" said Stephanie after a while. Denise blushed.

"So it's true?"

"What about you and who are you in luff, er, love with?"

Silence and more blushes from the other side of the table.

"You want to stay like that?" asked Stephanie.

"You want to tell me what you were supposed to do?"

More silence.

"I'll get us some more drinks shall I," said Denise and went to the bar.

"Okay, truce," said Denise, feeling the weight of all that had been revealed pressing down. "I used to be Denis up until two days ago..." She told the whole story to Stephanie, who sat with her mouth open most of the way through.

"So now it's your turn."

"You want to stay as Denise?"

"Well yes. I don't know, but I feel it suits me better. There are some things I'm not so sure about and I have a lot to learn about being a girl, er, woman, but..." she shrugged. "And you?"

"I've always been a girl."

"No silly, what's your story?"

"My brother got into trouble. It was drugs mainly, then some petty theft as well. Next thing we knew, he was into this gang or something and owed them money. I bailed him out once, our parents bailed him out too, more than once, but it got worse.

"Anyway, he died about a year ago of an overdose, but I didn't believe it. He'd been getting himself together, trying to kick the habit and then out of the blue, he was dead.

"Next thing I know, I am being held responsible for his debt. They told me that I could either come up with fifty thousand or I would have to work to pay off the debt. They said that they just wanted information and I didn't think that would hurt anyone, so I agreed.

"When the robbery happened at Fellows, I told them about you and last night, Paul, who was the one who I've been working for told me I had to silence you. At first I thought I could do it, but I realised that I couldn't. I don't know whether it's love or not, but I couldn't do it and I couldn't let them either."

"Why couldn't we go to the police?"

"Because I would have to admit to leaking information for the last year or so."

"Thank you anyway and if it helps, the feeling's mutual."

At this point, both girls went red and started examining marks on the table before them.

"I'll get some more drinks," said Denise and made a bee-line for the bar.

They stayed in the pub for some time, well hours actually, neither knowing quite what to say to the other as conversations started and stopped, each of them trying to avoid the gaze of the other.

Stephanie couldn't get her head round the fact that Denise was really a bloke, although she knew that wasn't strictly true. The fact was he used to be a bloke and now he was, apparently a fully functioning 'she', although Stephanie wasn't to know it to that kind of detail.

Denise on the other hand couldn't believe that Stephanie would even consider the idea of 'silencing' someone and whilst she didn't quite know what being silenced entailed, she was sure it wasn't likely to be anything nice and possibly decidedly unpleasant - terminally so.

They staggered back to the hotel and were greeted by the same man who had been there earlier.

"Oooh. Look what the cat dragged in."

"I could get to thoroughly dislike that man," said Stephanie.

"Easy tiger. I might let you tear him to pieces tomorrow," said Denise, giving the man a sly wink.

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Denise set about the complementary instant coffee in their room as soon as the door had started to close.

"Would you really have killed me?" she asked.

"Dunno. I might."

"You're heading for a nights sleep under the pier, you know that don't you?"

"No. Of course I wouldn't. I didn't know that's what they would ask me to do and then when faced with it, I tried to tell myself that it was no big deal; that people do it all the time."

"Most people don't," said Denise, shocked at the casualness of Stephanie's statement.

"No well, most people haven't got a bunch of heavies ready to break bones or kill them either. I thought at first 'kill or be killed', but when it came to it, I couldn't."

"You have no idea how comforting that sounds," said Denise dryly going back to making the coffee and spraying creamer all over the place whilst trying to get the little foil lid off the plastic container.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Denis. It's just that every time I tried to say something, something else turned up. It's been non stop since Fellows and I really haven't even had time to get used to being Denise yet."

"You seem to be doing a pretty good job so far."

"I haven't had much choice. It was never my intention to let things go like they have. I only found out that I had changed as it were when we were in the Italian restaurant. I went to have a pee and couldn't find, well, you know."

"No. Do tell."

"Alright I realised I hadn't got a willy," said Denise, going the default shade of crimson.

"Really?" said Stephanie sitting up. "Go on."

"Then I discovered that my breasts were my own and the wig had become my own hair too."

"Just like that?" said Stephanie sceptically.

"It seems so. I wouldn't have believed it, but that's honestly how it happened."

"Can I see?"

"What?"

"Your bits."

"Bits?" asked Denise almost sweating with the heat she was generating from blushing.

"Yeah," said Stephanie and pointed to the area just below Denise's waist.

"I-I don't know, I mean you'll laugh. It's embarrassing."

"Why? I've got one."

"Bet yours isn't shaved though."

"You didn't."

"I did, but not yesterday. I shaved everything from my head hair down before this all happened. It seemed to carry over to when the change took place."

"Well aren't you just the dark horse."

"It's a bit more 'Pale Rider' now I think," said Denise giggling. She couldn't deny, this talking about it was getting her pretty hot and wondered whether this qualified as oral sex - sitting around and talking about it.

"Go on. Show me. I'll show you mine."

This was getting to sound a bit like a game of doctors and nurses between two young children, but it was certainly upping the temperature.

Denise thought "what the hell" and pulled down her jeans and panties.

"Well your shape is definitely not male."

"Well duh!"

Slowly, the two garments descended past the thighs and when Denise stood back up, Stephanie had a look that was nothing short of wonder on her face and scooted across, kneeling before Denise on the floor. Denise was trembling and wondered what was next.

"Wow, cool," said Stephanie and reached across to touch her mons veneris. Denise couldn't help but gasp slightly, an involuntary spasm causing her to jerk. "Sorry. Are my fingers cold?"

"N-no. Don't stop."

Stop?

Stephanie hadn't even got started and already Denise was like a bitch in heat.

"God, it's so soft and smooth. I've always wondered what it would be like, but never had the guts to try, I mean I do my bikini line and keep it trim, but wow, this is awesome."

Denise couldn't believe the feelings that were coming from Stephanie just lightly stroking the top of her sex. She hadn't got anywhere near the interesting bits yet and already, her knees were only just holding up. She could feel the warm wetness and it was starting to trickle slowly down her inner thighs. Eyes closed, Denise let her head hang back as she stared unseeing at the ceiling and just let Stephanie indulge her curiosity.

"That's amazing Denise. I don't suppose mine's going to be nearly so interesting, but well, here goes."

Denise slowly tilted her head forward, wondering why the nice feelings suddenly stopped and opened her eyes to see Stephanie yanking her own jeans and panties down and stepping out of them. She stepped out of her own clothes and knelt in front of her friend.

Stephanie was as trim as she had stated earlier. A narrow 'V' of short pubic hair was visible above her sex as she stood, legs slightly parted, showing her labia as the cleft disappeared between her shapely legs.

Like her friend had done, Denise reached out and touched her pubic hair, marvelling at the softness compared to men's pubes.

"This is a lot softer than I expected. Nice," she said, taking the opportunity to glance up at Stephanie and see how she was reacting. She was looking down at Denise, a quizzical look on her face as Denise went back to stroking her.

It was apparent that Stephanie wasn't as sensitive there as she was and Denise wasn't sure whether to leave it at that - a sort of, "she's seen mine and I've seen hers" kind of thing, or whether to take it a stage further.

Curiosity got the better of her and she started to trace her finger nail along the outer lips and down the inner thigh and judging by the way she wobbled, that had a pretty marked effect. So she did it again and was repaid by Stephanie's lips parting and glistening in the half light.

Denise let her fingers slide slowly and gently in between the lips and Stephanie's legs started to go. She was forced to hold herself up by resting her hands on Denise's shoulders and as soon as that happened, Denise started to take it further.

"No, not here, not now," said Stephanie, trying hard to back away, but finding it difficult with Denise doing such a fine job of teasing her most sensitive parts.

She backed away and Denise looked up at her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I've never done this before," she said. "I'm not sure."

"That's alright. Neither have I."

"No, but you've been with a girl before, haven't you?"

"I know what you mean Stephanie. I understand and no I haven't been with a girl like this. I've only had sex with one girl and that was pretty uninspiring. I was too afraid to make suggestions and she wasn't really interested. Needless to say we didn't last long. In retrospect, perhaps that was what made me think there was something wrong with me."

"What do you mean, uninspiring?"

"Well, it was all pretty standard stuff - Missionary position I think they call it - with the lights off. I don't think I ever saw her naked. I never 'touched' her and it was all one sided. I jiggled it about for a bit, finished and rolled off. She never asked for anything and I didn't ask if there was anything I could do for her. I just thought oh well, that was that."

"I see."

Stephanie slipped out and into the bathroom and Denise put her panties and jeans back on and sat down on the small two-seater sofa in front of the TV.

She was very subdued by the time Stephanie came back into the room. She had only put her panties back on and curled up on the sofa beside Denise.

They watched some pappy rubbish on the box for a while before retiring to bed. Denise had basically written off anything further happening and was understandably shattered from the travel, the drink earlier and was only too pleased to get some sleep.

Stephanie had some issues to resolve. She wasn't naturally attracted to girls. Sure she'd fantasised about them on occasion and felt sorry for Denise, who had evidently led a very sheltered life, with little sexual interaction, but she found it hard to reconcile the idea of actually having sex with another girl.

In bed with the lights off and just the soft orange glow of the street lamps filtering through the curtains, they chatted for a while, both of them skirting around anything that could possibly be construed as anything sexual and also, leaving out anything that could be connected to the trouble they had just run away from. In the end, Denise turned one way, Stephanie the other and you could have driven a bus through the space between them.

The next morning however, the two girls were pretty much wrapped around each other, snuggled together in the middle of the bed.

Just as the morning before, Denise woke first and didn't move a muscle for fear of disturbing Stephanie, or for that matter, losing the closeness they were now sharing.

It was like seeing girls walking down the street, happy to link arms or hold hands without even thinking necessarily about jumping into bed; it's just that women share a different kind of closeness to men.

With men, it's all roister-doister and clapping your 'chum' on the back, whereas women don't do that, well not all of them anyway. They can be close without thinking about getting into one another's panties, although it would be a challenge for a man to think that way.

Just as it was for Denise.

She just lay there listening again to the regular and soft rhythm of Stephanie's breathing and thinking about what was going to happen in the days ahead. Thankfully, today was a Sunday and there's precious little one can do on a Sunday, save relax. In this particular instance, relaxing was difficult, knowing what was potentially lying in wait for both of them.

Some time later, Stephanie stirred into life.

"Hi," she said sleepily.

"Hi," replied Denise. "How are you?"

"I'm not so keen on getting up that's for sure."

"Well don't then."

"Nice thought," said Stephanie, staying exactly where she was, nestled in amongst Denise's soft body.

Neither said anything, but Stephanie was thinking. She wasn't into women, leastways not in that sense and yet here she was comfortably cuddled up to someone she knew wanted her and for some reason, wasn't prepared to push it. She must have the patience of Job.

Regardless of what she thought she wanted, it was nice being close to Denise. She was warm and soft and Stephanie could almost feel the love coming from her. That gentle stroking of the hair without the expectations of sex or seemingly any reciprocation. She just seemed happy to be there and that was nice.

Stephanie moved and looked at Denise whose eyes were closed, but she snapped them open when Stephanie's movement caught a nipple.

"Yeesh!" cried Denise, almost sitting bolt upright. "I wasn't expecting that."

"What?" asked Stephanie.

"You caught one of my nips when you turned. I'm sorry. I nearly entered a low orbit there."

"Which one?"

"The left one."

Stephanie gently kissed the offended nipple and once again Denise's eyes closed and she started to purr like a contented kitten.

"Is that better?"

"Almost. I think you might need to kiss it one more time, just so that it knows you weren't being malicious." Stephanie grinned and again very gently kissed the nipple, which was now twice the size that it had been.

"Now?"

"Now the other one's feeling left out. I think you might want to kiss that one better too."

Stephanie kissed that one too, but with a mischievous glint in her eye, added a gentle bite to the kiss.

"Ye GODS!" exclaimed Denise who tried to sit up, but Stephanie just stayed where she was and pushed her back down, taking the whole of her right nipple into her mouth and sucked, not kissed this time; this was a fully fledged suck.

Denise's breath left her chest like a hurricane and instead of having to be pushed back into a horizontal position, slumped back whether she wanted to or not. Meanwhile, Stephanie was busy alternating between nipples and all that Denise could do was lay back and think of England - well all the nice things that were coursing through her nerve endings anyway.

Some time later, Stephanie stopped, Denise off to the mixer in a world of her own.

"Jesus girl," she gasped. "For someone who doesn't like the idea of lesbianism, you certainly know how to light the fuse."

"I don't like the idea. I just can't think of you as a lesbian. I mean it's not really your fault that you're a girl is it. Three days ago, you stood up to pee and if Thursday hadn't happened, we'd probably never have met. Well we have met and I like you. In fact, it goes a bit further than that and I thought that was what people did when they feel like that about one another."

"Well, I don't think I could have looked at it that way, but it gets my vote and as for you my girl, I don't think I'm going to be able to let you out of my sight."

"Goody!" said Stephanie and went back to her new found fascination with Denise's boobs.

As it happens, Denise had to call a halt there. There's such a thing as over stimulation and coupled with a severe desire to relieve herself she had to get up.

Memories of the day before rushed into her head.

"Er, before I go, where are you going to be when I get back?"

"I'm not going anywhere," she said and quick as a flash, Denise bolted for the bathroom trying to be out again before Stephanie had time to change her mind.

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Denise walked back towards the door of the bathroom and could hear a murmur coming from the other room.

Was she playing with herself? Was that what she could hear?

No. It was much more measured than that.

Denise put her ear against the door and listened closely.

Those damned mobile phones. Denis had never needed one. There was no-one for him to phone. That didn't mean that no-one else had one though.

She was talking to someone and didn't sound as though she was enjoying it. The main thing Denise kept hearing was "no". She didn't know what that meant - other than the obvious, but in the context she was hearing it from Stephanie, there was little to go on.

She waited until Stephanie had stopped talking and the murmur was replaced by a different sound, much less measured and much more worrying. She opened the door and stepped quietly into the room.

Stephanie was still on the bed, her clutch bag before her and a small silver mobile was on the bed before her. She looked up at Denise, her tear-stained face evidence of the phone-call.

"What's going on?"

"That was Paul."

"What was?" asked Denise, trying not to let on that she'd been eaves- dropping.

"On the phone. He's pretty mad."

"Barking," said Denise.

"No, he's after both of us. He wants you because you know what's going on and he wants me because I didn't do what I was supposed to."

"So why did you phone then?"

"Denise. Please, you don't understand."

"Oh, I think I understand plenty," said Denise, her face hardening. As much as she loved this girl, there was no way she was going to stand for being taken for a fool, especially if that meant putting herself in danger.

"It's not what you think," said Stephanie, the tears running down her face in torrents. Denise could see that she was scared out of her wits. There was something else entangled in this web of confusion; something that Denise needed to get to the bottom of.

"Go on. I'm listening."

Stephanie wiped her eyes and sniffed a couple of times. Denise wanted to go and put her arms round her, hold her close and tell her everything was going to be alright, but she knew she had to get all of this out of Stephanie before she could go any closer. The way things were going, there was every possibility that it might not happen at all.

"I told you that my brother was into drugs, but our parents didn't know that. He was selling them; selling them for Paul and his cronies. I know Paul's the front man, but the money comes from somewhere else. I don't know where." Denise passed the distraught girl a tissue.

"When I said I got made responsible for what Andrew - my brother - owed, what I didn't say was that they said if I defaulted, mum and dad were going to get it. I didn't know what he meant by that and after he told me to silence you, I got the picture - in Technicolor!"

She blew her nose and Denise sat on the bed beside her.

"I knew what would happen, but it took a while to sink in. When he phoned, he told me he was watching my mum and dad at their Sunday Bowls games at the local green. He described what they were wearing and that if I didn't do something quickly, they wouldn't be playing anymore.

"Now I don't know what to do. I was doing what I was doing for love, but it was the love of my mum and dad, not for you. I know that's harsh, but it's the truth. The way that Madam what's her face reacted just made that part of my story easy to cover up, easy to keep out of the frame and I have to say, I thought we might even get through this, but now I don't know and I'm scared Denise, scared out of my mind."

The tears started again, her face a river of tear-drops. Denise caught her in her arms and pulled her tight. If this was another fabrication, Stephanie was doing a really good job and somehow, it didn't feel as though she was lying or even exaggerating the truth. For the first time, she thought that Stephanie was telling it as it was.

Denise was disappointed to say the least. She thought that Stephanie was one of the "don't know" brigade. One of those who didn't know whether they were one thing or the other; the "take it slow and we'll see" type, but it seemed that Stephanie was well aware of not being even slightly bi-curious, despite the closeness they shared in bed, the curiosity she saw in Stephanie when she was touching the smooth skin above her sex, the nipple thing just minutes ago. It was all what it was on the face of it, nothing more - truly WYSIWYG.

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Stephanie continued to sob as she was held and Denise wondered what was best.

She didn't want to die; well that went without saying, but now they were in a situation where if she just buggered off and didn't tell Stephanie, Stephanie's parents would likely as not wind up in a suspicious car wreck and God alone knew what would happen to Stephanie.

Meanwhile, they were no closer to finding out what was behind all of this. Had it just been a robbery, the likelihood of them being pursued to this degree would be minimal. On the other hand, the police had released information to the general public, that they had prevented an arson attack, so that made things a little more complex.

Still, the likelihood of being chased down like animals was not that high, but there was something that Stephanie had said that struck a chord.

Drugs.

Maybe, the money was coming from someone in Smart's employ, even his family. If that was the case, what happened would have been something else entirely. The arson may well have been a way to raise capital to fund something drug oriented.

In that case, the value of the shop would at a conservative estimate have been worth millions in stock and the building itself, not to mention revenue. Put that towards a deal and the way that works, that investment could have been increased tenfold.

That would certainly be worth chasing someone down for.

It was a chilling thought.

It may also have been pure speculation, but what if Stephanie's brother had tried to get out of the drugs game? What if he wanted to clean up his act, but Paul and his henchmen had given him no option and his death was as a result of him trying to get the hell out of there?

This was getting scarier by the second and Denise's one act of 'heroism' as Stephanie had put it, had landed her in a real hornets nest of lies, deceit and worse.

Denise shuddered as she thought of the chances of them getting out of this alive. Worse still, she considered the darker possibilities of Paul and his men putting them to work as drug dependent 'crack' whores. Their lives would be worse than dying and whose fault would it have been?

If they didn't at least try to get through this, then they might just as well hold their arms out for Paul and his gang to push the needles in.

Denise was cold at the thought of what was ahead and it angered her that these people can live and breathe and continue so far outside the law that it made them almost untouchable. She even started to feel an element of sorrow for the poor lads who had been hired to burn Fellows down. They probably wouldn't last inside. Prison was not going to be a friendly place to any of them.

Stephanie had cried herself to sleep and Denise laid her down, pulling the bedding up to her neck. Kissing her softly on the forehead, she calmly got up and started to formulate a plan.