Life had been rough… like really rough. Despite Vee being gone and having her friendships back. She still had a longing in her heart. The acknowledgement that even when she was to get out of prison she would be just as, if not more, alone as inside.

Prison was like a lesbian playground and yet here she had no romantic life. No love. Until you came along. You didn’t look like the kinda person who’d end up in prison (aka you were privileged and middle class).

But here you were. Imagining the worst and preparing yourself for the most miserable two years of your life. How could you fuck up this easily!

But of course life had a way of working out. And you and Poussey had become a lifeline to one and other. It had only been a few weeks and she hadn’t gathered the courage to even ask if you were into women! She could only hope.