When he was finally ushered into the presence of Teddy Carlton he was tired and fed up with the whole process. If only he knew how many women went through the same thing on a regular basis just to see the man they had married and keep him in contact with his children. Elton was still too young to know about the real economics of prison and the reality that it forced on everyone involved, including the POs. They were either ex-army and fucking arseholes, or they were looking for an extra bit of income; who could blame them? True, some were of the opinion that the men were entitled to be treated as innocent until proven otherwise. They, though, were few and far between, as Elton was finding out for himself.

Teddy Carlton could not have appeared to be more different to his brother. He was dark to Bobby’s fair; he was handsome, very handsome. He was also enigmatic. He was a man who could command respect – as long as he didn’t try to express an opinion. After ten minutes though, Elton knew that this man was about as much use as a fucking chocolate teapot. He was a handsome, useless fuck. Now he was well and truly banjaxed. It had apparently never ever occurred to Teddy that ending up in prison might actually be a possibility in his fucking life. Elton was simply disgusted Teddy Carlton had not allowed for the fact that he was going away for longer than his kids had actually lived. Elton had hoped that that might make him more amenable to what was being said to him.

Teddy was like his brother in many ways, though he had more nous than Bobby did in that he seemed more aware of his surroundings. But that could be down to the Grade-A conditions in Belmarsh, of course, which were a bit different to the norm. Grade-A had been brought in for terrorists, mainly IRA, but it was eventually used for anyone the prison system felt was a danger, or who they wanted to teach some kind of lesson. Even the thickest cunt in the world would be hard pushed to miss that much.