Justice Deferred
By: Alex. P
For Disclaimers see Chapter 1
Chapter 18
It was a long time before Cam was back to normal, but as soon as she
was able, the tall dark woman went back to her daily work outs with a
vengeance. Before her enforced lay off Cam's work outs had been considered, by
most to be strenuous, but once the doctor, and, more importantly, her friend
Maria had released her to return to normal activities, she attacked the fitness
program with a berserker's single minded obsession. It wasn't long before Cam
had reached, and surpassed the level she had maintained before her injuries.
Soon her hard work was beginning to show, in the appearance of hard bulging,
sculpted muscles. Her biceps had grown so much, she was forced to cut the
sleeves out of her work shirts, and the supply center had to reissue her denim
work pants, because of the increasing size of her thigh muscles. Her intense
work outs had progressed to the point, that the only woman strong enough to
spot her was Malinda, not that the gentle giantess minded, she enjoyed spending
time working out with Cam. The pair laughed, and joked with each other in a
quiet private way, that raised eyebrows, and fuelled a lot of jailhouse gossip.
If Maria hadn't been such close friends with Cam, and wasn't so secure in her
relationship with Malinda, she would have been very jealous. She was by nature
a fiery tempered woman, with a major jealous streak, as a few of their fellow
inmates could attest to. As it was though, she would only smile knowingly at
the malicious rumors, and go on
about her business. When she wasn't working on the free weights, Cam was either
sparing with Malinda, or one of the two or three others in their little cliqué
that could give her some small competition, or she was teaching classes in self
defense, to some of the smaller prisoners that asked. Anything to take her mind
off a certain short green-eyed blonde, she truly never expected to see again.
She had taken a special interest in the small blonde that she had found that
night in the music room, taking extra time with her, and helping her become
more capable of taking care of herself. The three close friends looked on
proudly, as the small woman over came the vicious attack, and evolved from a
tiny frightened shrinking violet, into a proud independent young woman, fully
able to take care of herself, and with the confidence to do so. Maria had been
worried that the little blonde's hero worship of the tall dark and dangerous
woman that had saved her life, would become
something that she knew Cam wasn't capable of returning. Her mind was soon put
to rest, when Tina (the small blonde's name) began hanging around Spike. A tall
friendly woman with purple spiked hair, and numerous piercings, who was doing a
ten to fifteen year stretch for manslaughter.
The two were so opposite that Cam called them Mutt and Jeff, and it was not
long before the little blonde was being transferred to a new cell. Noting the
sly smirk on her tall quiet friends face, when Tina found out she was being
transferred into Spike's cell, Maria was sure the dark haired woman had
something to do with the transfer. Just as she had used her influence, to get
Malinda moved to Maria's cell when they first became an item. All three friends
had a good laugh, when a beaming Tina showed the next morning for breakfast,
with an exhausted purple haired cellmate in tow. Remembering her own
experiences when she and Malinda had first moved in together, Maria gave a
thumbs up to the petit blonde, who cheerfully returned it.
Later in the yard, while Tina was on the other side of the weight area
practicing the latest self defense techniques Cam had shown her, Spike swore
that the little blonde was trying to kill her. Judging by the loud raucous
laughter she heard after her statement, Spike knew she'd get very little
sympathy from this group, especially when Cam yelled out very loudly;
"Hey bowlegs bring me over my water would ya'. If you can still walk that
is."
The only thing funnier than the scowl on Spike's face, was the amazing color of
red, Tina turned when she realized what the tall dark woman was talking about.
After that, things pretty much settled into the usual routine, every once in a
while, one of the more predatory inmates would try to take one of the new
girls, and they often succeeded, but the consequences of getting caught by Cam,
or one of her crew made most think twice before attempting to cause trouble in
D block. The cellblock went from being the most dangerous and deadliest block,
in the prison to statistically, the safest in the facility. Paula Carson had
received several commendations for her work, but even she was the first to
admit, that it was more the influence of Cam, and her friends, than anything
she did. Now the tall enigmatic woman's sentence was up, and she was about to
leave, and while Paula was happy for the woman, that she was sure didn't belong
there in the first place, there was a part of her that wished the strong
charismatic woman wasn't going.
As she called central control to open Cam Brusard's cell, she wondered if the
woman would be able to adjust to the outside world, or even be able to find a
job. A lot had changed in the last six years, and things out there were even
tougher. Paula knew that many women, some even tougher than Cam, hadn't been
able to handle it, and they ended up getting in trouble, and being sent right
to CCC. She sent up a silent prayer that Cam wouldn't be one of them.
The guard Captain threw off those thoughts when she heard the steel cell door
clanking open. Paula cautiously stepped into the dimly lit cell.
"Here's your civvies, Brusard." the uniformed woman said as she threw
the brown paper bag to the woman sitting on the now bare bunk. "Get
dressed it's time for you to go."
"Anything you say Cap." the tall brunette answered.
Cam opened the sack, and pulled out the faded blue jeans and the blue work
shirt, she had picked out a few days before. She noticed that the clothes had
been washed, and that there was a new pair of silk bikini panties, along with a
brand new black T-shirt in the bag. Cam quickly wadded up the flimsy panties
and stuffed them into her jeans pocket, she hated wearing those kind of
underwear having always worn boxers, but even though there was no way she'd
wear them, the woman wasn't about to make Paula think she didn't appreciate
what the guard had done for her, so she hid them before Paula could notice. She
gave the guard a highly arched eyebrow.
"Hey, you're supposed to leave like ya' came in." the guard said
clearing her throat, and then saw the woman indicate the freshly washed jeans
and shirt. "Ain't right for a body to face the outside with clothes that
smell like mothballs."
"Thanks Cap." Cam said quietly so nobody else could hear "I
appreciate it."
The guard nodded then turned away, to give the inmate some privacy while she
got dressed. The tall, soon to be free biker, cleared her throat to signal the
guard that she'd finished. Paula turned around, and was taken back by the
vision that greeted her. If it was possible Cam looked even sexier now, than
she did half-naked earlier. The soft denim jeans, and the cotton T-shirt molded
themselves to Cam's body like a second skin, revealing the blue eyed woman's
soft
feminine curves, along with every rippling muscle on that tempting body.
Paula could feel the pull of this woman's sexuality once again. This time it
was nearly irresistible, being live and close up. As her eyes raked over the
magnificent body in front of her, she noticed that the woman was bare footed
and remembered the boots she was still holding in her left hand. For some
reason the guard captain felt paralyzed by the raw sexuality, that seemed to
roll off Cam in waves.
"Ah...Cap?" Cam asked trying to regain Paula's attention "I
think I'm gonna need my boots."
"Yeah...right...ah here ya' go," the embarrassed guard said setting
the pair of highly polished black boots on the bunk. "There's a pair of
tube socks in there too."
Taking a second Cam examined her boots, and was surprised and glad that the
chrome chains were still over the instep, and around the heel of each boot. She
was amazed when she checked out the left boot, and found the little brass bell
was still hanging on the chain around the heel of the left boot.
"Thanks again Cap" Cam said as she pulled on the socks, Paula knew
she meant for the safe return of her personal mementos of her outside life.
"Nice shine on them too."
The guard smiled at Cam, and was happy she was able to turn the prisoner's
attention away from herself.
"That little friend of Spikes asked to polish 'em last night." Paula
informed her as she watched the biker pull the boots on and pull her pant legs
down over the tops of the boots. "She said something about it was the only
way ya'd let her say thanks or something like that."
Cam stood up, and stomped her feet to settle the old comfortable foot wear into
place, the little brass bell ringing brightly with every move.
"Tell her I said I appreciated it will ya'?" Cam asked as she picked
up a box that held some of her personal belongings that she was taking with
her.
"What about the other stuff?" Paula inquired noticing a small pile of
items that also belonged to the prisoner.
"Let Maria and the others go through it, and take what they want, then
give the rest to whoever wants it. Anything left throw it away." Cam
stated flatly "Once I leave this place I plan on forgetting I was ever in
this hole. No offence Cap. You're one of the only ones around here worth
knowing."
"Thanks, none taken." Paula said, a little surprised by the rare
compliment coming from the stoic prisoner. "I'll make sure they get to it
first."
Cam stepped out of the cell carrying the box, and nodded to the waiting woman
signaling to her escort that she was ready to leave. Paula called central to
close the cell. They waited until the door slid shut with a loud clang as the
lock activating, then Paula indicated for the soon-to-be ex prisoner to lead
the way. As the two women descended from the third tier, a small crowd began
gathering at the bottom of the steel stairs. Upon reaching the bottom floor,
Cam came face to face with Maria, and the rest of her crew. Handing the box to
Tina, Cam gave the small blonde a dazzling smile.
"Thanks for the shine little T." Cam told the blushing blonde
"You pay attention to Spike, and my Mexican Rose, and you'll be
okay."
"T-thanks Cam." the little blonde stammered getting even redder if
that was possible.
Cam turned back to the short beautiful Mexican woman, who gave Cam a fierce
bone-crushing hug.
"Take care of them Maria, you and Mal watch over those two." Cam
whispered "I've made sure that all of you will be able to get whatever you
need, and if there's a problem go to Cap, she's alright."
"If you say so chica" Maria answered her normally melodic voice thick
and rough with pent up emotion. "I'm happy you are free of this place, but
I will miss you greatly."
"I'll miss you too my beautiful Rose of Juarez." Cam said using the
nickname she'd given the short beautiful Mexican woman shortly after they first
met. "I've left you a couple of numbers, and an address. When you, or any
of the others get out, get a hold of me, for any help you might need, and when
little T gets out next month, be sure to send her to me.
I'll take good care of her for Spike, so she'll know how to find her when she
gets out in six months."
"I will do everything you ask chica, little T will need a good friend out
there to keep her away from the bad crowd that got her in here."Maria said
as tears flowed from her big expressive chocolate brown eyes. "It is good
that she will have you to protect her...and her Spike as well, I think. You go
find your little one chica. Anyone with eyes could see she is your soulmate, mi
amiga. Find her and hold on."
Cam reached over and picked a paper bag full of private papers and highly
personal things out of the box, leaving the small portable TV, the boombox, and
several other luxuries the pair could never afford, for Tina and Spike, who
were expected to pass them along upon their release, then turned back to her
friend.
"That may be so my lovely little Rose" the tall dark woman sighed,
her clear blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "But she is a free and
innocent woman, and a big time lawyer, from what I have been told. She has a
new life now, far removed from this place and me. I will do nothing, that might
jeopardize her future happiness."
"You really love her without reservation don't you chica?" Maria
gasped realizing that her friend's feelings went far deeper than even she had
known.
"Yeah, yeah I suppose I do," Cam said softly then she turned and
walked toward the exit, her escort close behind.
Maria put an arm around Malinda's waist and another around Tina's shoulders
(leaving the little blonde's waist free for her lover, Spike), and they all
watched, as the tall dark mysterious woman went through the door that led to
the world outside the walls, chain link fences, and razor wire. She sniffed
back a tear, silently saying farewell to the best, and most honorable woman
she'd ever known.
Paula led the soon to be released prisoner down the long brightly lit
hallway, past several closed door to a large steel fire door, at the far end of
the hall. She opened the door and ushered Cam into a huge warehouse like
building. Here the last of Cam's personal property was given to her, after
being compared to the inventory taken when the tall woman had entered the
institution. The clerk at the property desk then had the soon to be ex-prisoner
sign the list acknowledging, the return of her few personal things, and that
everything she'd had was returned. Paula led Cam to a small alcove, so that she
could put the items where she wanted them. There were four silver rings, one
with a large onyx, with the initials W C inlaid in silver, a silver pentagram
ring, a simple silver band, with turquoise triangles inlaid around it, and one
with a raven's head on it.
She put these on and then there was a silver pentagram pendant on a delicate
silver chain, that she pulled over her head, pulled her hair out of it, and let
it settle around her neck. Next she pulled her silver motorcycle chain belt,
with a hand tooled silver buckle, with an engraved picture of her Harley on it,
and threaded it through the loops on her jeans, and a large wallet, with the
initials W.C. burned into the leather, that she shoved into her back pocket.
There was a chain attached to the wallet, with a leather loop at the other end,
that she put her belt through the loop, so if it fell out of
her pocket, she wouldn't loose it.
Finally, and with an air of great reverence, she pulled out her sterling silver
bracelet, it was one she had worn for many years. Cutter had given it to her
one year, he had gone to great lengths to explain to her that the name on it
was a man who was declared MIA in Viet Nam, and had never been accounted for.
It was after that she noticed that all three of her Uncles wore one just like
hers, and Mountain told her, that all four, were for men either he, or Cutter
had known while they were there. Cam had sworn to her surrogate father that she
would not take it off, until the man was found. Because of prison regulations
she had been forced to remove it, it had been one of her hardest memories of
those first days, and
the reason she spent her first 90 days there in the hole, and why she was in
the third tier of max wing.
The guard that had tried to take the bracelet from her wrist by force, suffered
a broken jaw, and Cam released it to them, only after she was unconscious. Now
it was returned to its rightful place, and she swore silently, it
wouldn't leave her wrist again, as long as she lived. With that done Paula led
Cam to a small cubical, in it was a cheap
metal desk, and seated behind it was a small woman with a sarcastic attitude.
With an irritated gesture, she indicated that Cam was supposed to sit in one of
the metal folding chairs. Cam sat down across from an older woman, trying to
disregard the sour look on the woman's face. The woman tossed a thick manila
envelope across the desk to Cam. She noticed it had her name written on it.
"These are your release papers Brusard, read and sign by the Xs," the
woman said flatly for the thousand and first time in her career. "As you
sign each set of papers, give them to me, so I can see that it is done
properly, after I have corrected your mistakes, I will return your copy to you.
When you have signed them all. Place your copies in the envelope, and take them
with you, without them you will not be allowed through the gates. When you need
assistance, please ask, and I will go over the papers with you."
The woman kept letting out impatient sighs, as she watched Cam read each
document carefully, then sign it, with an evil smirk Cam took her time filling
them out, just to aggravate the rude and impatient woman. She had to stop a few
times, and have the woman explain some of the more complex legal wording, and a
few times to make her explain some
things, Paula was sure she already knew. But for the most part she didn't have
much trouble. Once she felt she had given the woman a hard enough time, and
she'd completed all the papers to the woman's satisfaction, Cam picked up the
envelope and stood up.
"Congratulations Brusard," the woman said as if reading it from a
script, sarcasm dripping from her every word. "Good luck out there and
keep your nose clean."
"Oh yeah thanks." Cam told her with equal enthusiasm, "I'm SO
sure I will, just for you sweet cheeks."
The sarcasm caused the woman to lookup at the prisoner giving her an evil look.
She was shocked, when she encountered an even more predatory look along with an
evil smirk, aimed right back at her. Her second surprise, was that the guard
escorting the prisoner, was chuckling at the entire incident. Unable to hold up
under Cam's cold confident glare the woman looked down in surrender.
"Next time you'd better know who you are dealing with babe." Cam
purred evilly at the now unnerved woman, "I'm not some cowed parolee, that
you can mess with as you want to. In fact, now that these papers are signed,
I'm not even a prisoner anymore. So I doubt if your advice will ever be
necessary, or welcome, so keep it for yourself."
The woman stared at the tall dark threatening woman with the ice blue eyes, as
she walked away; a shiver ran through her, as if someone had just stepped on her
grave. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure she really needed the stiff drink,
she was promising herself at lunch. She had never felt so intimidated in her
life. Once Cam had her papers, Paula led Cam to another steel fire door, that
was marked "Exit", and stopped and turned to her charge holding out
her hand.
"Well Brusard, this is where I leave you." the guard captain said,
her voice a little more rough than normal. "It's not that I don't like
you, but I'd rather not see you here again."
"I understand Cap.," Cam said and gave the woman she had come to
respect one of her infamous half grins, as she pulled a card from the pocket of
the work shirt. "Of all the people I've met here you are the only one of
the guards I respect and trust. The rest, well, either they hate the prisoners,
or they just don't care. If any of them need anything or if there is ANYTHING I
can do for you, call one of these numbers. Tell whoever answers who you are,
and you'll be put
in touch with me. Watch out for them for me will ya' Cap. and watch your back,
remember DTA, Cap. You do good work, there are a few that don't like
that."
Paula looked at the card, and her eyes grew wide as she read it.
.....................
C.T.Brusard
Chief Operations Officer
C.C.C.M. Corp.
...................
"You're...but...who..how...ah" the shocked woman stammered and
sputtered unable to speak so she just got quite and let the enigmatic woman
speak.
"Yeah, that's me Cap." Cam said quietly, "You should know better
than to judge by appearances, I'm surprised at you Cap. If you ever decide to
give this luxury job up, call me, I'm sure there is plenty an intelligent woman
like you could offer our company."
Paula took a second look at the dangerous woman she thought she knew, and
realized she really had no idea who Camilla Brusard was at all.
"I won't do it again I assure you." Paula mumbled, a little
embarrassed by her own short sightedness.
"I know you won't Cap." Cam said with a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes. "I will miss you Paula you were always fair with all of us. Just
don't be offended if I don't come visit any time soon. Take care of yourself
and I told Maria to come to you with any problems, I hope that was ok."
Cam wasn't sure if she hadn't broken a trust with the guard by giving her name
out to another prisoner.
"No problem." Paula answered then returned to the business at hand.
"Once you go out this door follow the yellow lines to the front gate. The
guard there will check your paper work then let you out. You take care of
yourself out there, hardcase."
The two women shared a quiet laugh at Cam's original nickname, then shook
hands. They both carefully avoided noticing the tears shining in both their
eyes, not wanting to embarrass each other. Without another word Cam stepped out
through the door and found herself in the big parking area where they brought
in the buses of new fish. A little over six years ago Cam had entered this same
gate with fifteen other prisoners.
Now she was back here alone and free of handcuffs and shackles, and leaving.
Shaking the old unpleasant memories from her mind, and walking with long
determined strides toward the gate following the fading yellow lines on
the pavement. As she approached the gates, Cam could feel the eyes of the other
inmates, that were in the yard on her, watching as a living legend walked out
of their lives. By unwritten prison tradition, neither the prisoners, nor Cam
acknowledged each other's presence.
Her attention was drawn to her destination, by the appearance of a guard that
stepped in front of her.
"I need to see your papers." the guard said without being rude.
She handed the man her release papers, and watched as he carefully checked
them, to see if it was all in order. With a slight smile he handed the papers back
to her, and watched as she folded them, and put them in the back pocket of her
tight fitting jeans.
"Good luck Brusard." the guard grumbled quietly then with a
conspiratorial whisper he said, "and don't you show that pretty face
around here again either or I'll be forced to paddle your behind just like I
did when you were a smart ass teenager."
"Thanks Charlie, I'll do my best," She whispered back "and you
take care of that new baby and the new old lady."
"Just like you take care of those three damn fool uncles of yours."
He answered gruffly.
He opened the heavy steel door, and giving him a smile of gratitude, she
stepped out into the world she hadn't seen in six years, four months and twelve
days. Cam took a long deep breath of free air, and a euphoric feeling washed
over her, as the reality of her freedom hit, her for the first time.
She began to smile, and tears of unbelievable joy fell, from her eyes, as she
realized, that for the first time in six years, nobody was going to tell her,
what to do next. No one was going to tell her, when to move, stop, eat, sleep,
work, exercise, play, or run her life, in any way. She was free to get on with
her life.
She smiled even more, as she thought of being free to rejoin her family, the
family she loved, the family that was her lifeline, the family that was taken
from her by that bitch, and very nearly destroyed, and the family that had
struck back, and destroyed the bitch instead. The biker, and corporate
executive, felt a burst of pride go through her like an electric jolt, and her
smile softened, as she thought of the three rough hard men, that had taken her
off the streets, and had given
her a stable, and loving home to grow up in.
They had never judged her, or tried to make her into anything, other than what
she was. Their only thing they asked of her, was to be happy in her life.
Yes she thought happily They were worth every bit of six years, or
even worth a lifetime, if I had to. Those three are worth anything, I'd have to
sacrifice to have them in my life
With that thought, the finally freed tall muscular woman stepped away from the
doorway, out into the bright Missouri Summer sunlight, and the life that was
waiting for her to begin again. There was a sharp pain in her heart, when the
thought of living that life without Cheryl.
"She's better off." Cam told herself resigned to living a dark and
lonely existence. "She's probably forgot all about me, and moved on.
Nobody that beautiful stays alone for long."
Thinking those depressing thoughts Cam stepped into the open, and wasn't paying
attention where she was going. Before she realized she wasn't alone, a pair of
huge leather covered arms wrapped around her. She tried to struggle, but the
arms that held her, were like two iron bands. Then a man's voice whispered
evilly into her ear.
"Hey pretty lady," the rough gravelly voice said "wanna get laid
by a REAL man?"