Now that I've finished blogging about breasts for the moment, I'm going to give you all an overview of yesterday's evening. This blog will be of a sexual bent. Reader discretion is advised.
While working at the sheriff's office, we're supposed to appreciate the environment we're in, due to its very nature. Part of this campaign of appreciation is a tour of the inner workings of the jail. My tour was yesterday. I'm afraid I didn't do as well as I should have.
While walking along the corridors, I intensely disliked the finality of those clanging doors. My stomach churned as the smell of unwashed bodies assailed me. Most of all, I was irritated beyond all as we had to watch the maximum security inmates shower. Nude bodies don't really bother me so much. It was more or less the fact that one of the inmates decided to make sport of me. At first he bathed, but then he looked up through the window and then at the camera and began masturbating for all he was worth, periodically pointing at me and laughing. The officer tried not to laugh at me as I turned my head away and refused to continue watching. Apparently, he was just as amused as the inmate was. I, however, was not. I was quite angered and disappointed. I'm fully aware of the fact that the actions of one doesn't reflect upon all, but this guy just lowered my opinion of people in general.
