As Samantha (Josephine's cell mate) had said, the guard opened their cell door at chow time and the two women walked to the cafeteria. No sooner had they sat down when they were confronted by a very stern looking inmate.
“Regardless of what anyone has told you,” the woman said, as she glanced at Samantha, “I’m the Bitch in charge in this hotel. You’re new here. I don’t usually like new people, but you’re cute. You come to me if you need anything. And if I need anything, I’ll just take it. Got it precious?”
Sam started to speak but before she could, Josephine’s words shocked her.
“Well, BIC! How about I have a better idea? You keep your distance, and I’ll keep mine. Threaten me again and I’ll show you your wind-pipe before you hit the ground.” The look on Josephine’s face and the hush that fell over the immediate area was very intense.
“Missy, you just screwed up big time!” The woman glared at her.
“Yeah well, it’s been that kind of week. Get over it!” Jo wasn’t backing down.
The other woman walked away but continued to glare at Jo with complete contempt and hate.
Sam looked at Josephine and there was a gleam of pride in her eyes.
“My God girl, either you have a death wish or you have more between your legs than both our husbands put together ever did.”
Tilting her head at her cellmate with a look of disgust, Jo said, “That’s really gross Sam! And to think you eat with that mouth!”
They both giggled.
Another woman sitting at their table said, “I don’t know who you are, but I’m warning you. You’re going to have to fight her now. Nobody will help you. Not even the correctional officers. To them it’s quality entertainment to watch the prisoners fight.”
“Well, thanks for the warning, but I can take care of myself alright.”
“I’ve seen Paula fight, Jo.” Sam started, “and if you do end up going at it with her, you better end it quick, because she puts the “D” in dirty when it comes to fighting.”
Jo was shaking her head at the two women that were warning her and she could feel a stare. Then the entire room fell silent. Josephine Morgan was about to have the fight of her life and she knew that what Sam just told her was absolutely going to be the way it was.
“Get up Morgan!”
“How in the Hell does she know my last name?”
“She knows everything here,” the stranger at her table said.
“Paula,” Jo said, “why don’t you go cool off before you do something we’re both going to regret?”
She felt the woman coming at her and as this took place she removed the prison slippers from her feet and stood. Paula was still coming toward her. She stepped out away from the table and as Paula rushed in Josephine’s own reactions surprised her as much as they surprised her opponent and everyone in the room.
The fist came straight at her face. She moved to the side only a couple of inches so that her attackers hand would go right by. At the exact instant Paula’s fist was beside her face, Josephine let her right hand swing up and out grabbing her attacker’s wrist, while she pivoted on her feet and let her left hand smash sharply into the joint just above Paula’s arm pit. Jo pulled at the woman’s wrist and pushed with the palm of her left hand to add even more momentum to Paula’s action and when Paula’s face met the center of the table Jo was just sitting at, blood began gushing from the woman’s nose. The speed and force in which everything had taken place let the entire room know that if they attacked Josephine Morgan their next stop would be the infirmary.
Paula was stunned and kept blinking her eyes, holding her head back to prevent the blood from dripping everywhere. Josephine grabbed a napkin for her and promptly said to Paula, “Look, Paula, I have nothing against you. I was sentenced for a crime I didn’t commit. I’m having a rough week. I don’t want to fight you or anyone else. Let’s just call this a truce between friends alright?” Josephine held out her hand, and Paula shook it. Upon seeing this display the whole room was cheering. One of the correctional officers seemed upset that the fight didn’t last longer. She walked up to Josephine and said, “You haven’t had to fight me yet. So don’t get too cocky.”
“The fear is overwhelming officer!” Jo’s expression didn’t change.
The door was shut behind Jo and Sam after the long walk back to their cell and Sam interrupted the silence.
“Well, that was all a little unexpected. Hope you don’t get one of us killed with your quick show of strength.”
“For the record Sam, that scared the hell out of me. I just figured that being meek and humble wouldn’t be the way to go either.”
“One thing is for sure Jo. You just made a lot of enemies, but at the same time I think you made a lot of friends. However, now I’m even more worried about you.”