Georgio had the added worry of living on a Wing that consisted of lifers. Long sentences were the norm here; they were all either A Grade, or Double A Grade. This included murderers and terrorists as well as run-of-the-mill hard men and bank robbers. This in itself wouldn’t have been so bad if the Wing had not been the domain of Lewis. He was making it as hard as possible for Georgio. The only redress Georgio had was never, by word or deed, to let on that Lewis was getting to him.

Georgio knew that once Lewis found out where his money was, that would be the end of him. The real end of him. Death was cheap in Parkhurst, whether by your own hand or someone else’s. Rape was more prevalent on B Wing. It seemed that the shorter the sentence, the harder men found it to be without their wives. Georgio wondered if a really hefty sentence shut down your libido. As if it was a subliminal way of helping you through your sentence. Most of the men plastered their walls with naked women, and the more exotic magazines were like gold dust, hardcore porn being the main desire of most of them. Yet once the magazine was read, once the desire was again prominent in their minds, they seemed to lose the urge for the pictures and the magazine was sold on to the next bloke. Ribald comments were much safer and funnier. They broke the gloom and some of the men were natural comedians. It was therefore safer to joke about sex than think of it constantly. The women on daytime television were particularly good for a bit of fun.