The temperature had not decreased any since our bus had been emptied of prisoners, even though we were inside. The usual pat-down, strip search and approximating of uniform size. Because of my shortness it took about three try's before they found one that would fit me and even though it fit length-wise, I couldn't breath because of the tightness across my chest.<br/><br/>After I had squeezed into my hideous orange jumper I was shuffled along the conveyor belt of getting settled in and when I was finally shoved roughly into my cell I found my self quite tired. I was ready for sleep, but first I would have to face the dinner crowd. Huzzah. Well I should get ready. I grabbed the neckline of my suit and ripped it, creating a v-neck. I sucked in a deep breath, finally being able to breath. Just as I relaxed the dinner buzzer sounded. I grumbled and stood. I did NOT feel like being tested right now, the shouting, yelling, wolf-whistles and often groping. GOD!