Brandy glanced up from the meal, her red bangs falling across her face and effectively hiding her luminous red eyes, as she watched the loner.The late commer to the mess hall spiked Brandy's interest. He always came here later then most, always kept to himself and from what Brandy heard always claimed his innocents to anyone who would listen. Several of Brandy's cronies sat at the table were already muttering about giving him what he deserved.  She shook her head<em>Silly man, drawing attention to himself</em>she thought. He would be a lot better off finding some subservient gang to hide behind. She glanced again at the burly man sat beside her. The current leader of the more dominant prison gang called himself Cruiser, he was sharp and mean. He chose that moment to pay a possessive hand on Brandy's.<br/><br/>This open display was for the other thugs benefit more then a caring moment between lover's. Brandy provided certain services for Cruiser and he protected her. Due to the relationship the young woman knew she couldn't show to much open interest in the other male prisoners, she would have to try and get her target alone, away from prying eyes and preferably before he ended up with a cracked rib or worse.