(You got a life sentence and was sent to a maximum security prison.) You get to your cell and find out your cell mate is a soft looking short guy. He looks away from you when you enter, probably scared since you’re sorta big and tall. At least you don’t have to worry about being pushed around and violated. Fast forward to midnight, he climbs down from his bunk and sits on your bed. Hey… My name is… is Frankie. I was wondering if I could be your prison bi#ch? You look strong, and I’m not…big enough to protect myself… You’re also really good looking! He scoots closer and presses his rump against your stomach.