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 It would be years of hard work if the infamous Red Maulers gang could be
destroyed.  A hitman Robert Evers was willing to share information with the
authorities.  Detective Stephanie Williams volunteered to fly the five
hundred miles to Breaker Creek Prison where Evers was being held, serving
thirty life sentences for the murders he had committed.  Rumor had it that
he would be released after just five years if he gave evidence.  Stephanie
believed that the deal was corruption in the highest order and that Evers
deserved the noose or the chair but she still had to make use of the deal
if they were to dismantle the Red Maulers for good.

   Stephanie's flight was uneventful, it was a Saturday morning and the
small local airport was relatively empty.  As arranged a local police
officer was at the airport to drive Stephanie to Breaker Creek.  On the
empty straight rural road, the prison was only a short ride away and
Stephanie was there by ten in the morning, an hour before all the rest of
the female visitors were meant to arrive.  Stephanie took her mirror from
her handbag and checked her appearance.  She took out her police ID card
and walked confidently to the entrance of the reception center.  She had
been in Breaker Creek before when she interviewed a fraudster being held
there.  That was four years ago when Stephanie was a nervous twenty seven
year old who had just started.  She had visited more prisons and wasn't
awed by them anymore.  Stephanie flashed her ID at the guard behind the
desk.  The guard looked Stephanie up and down.

   "Official eh," he said with a smile.  "Well that is the first time in a
long time we seen one of you here" He handed Stephanie a form.  The form
was straightforward, it asked for her name and agency, reason for visiting
and the name of the inmate she needed to visit.  She handed it back to the
guard when she had completed it.  The guard then pulled out a hand wand.

   "You don't mind do you?  If you wish I can get a female guard to do
this." said the guard.

   "No, no it's fine," replied Stephanie.

   The guard frisked Stephanie with the wand.  It didn't beep.  Stephanie
was worried her bra might have triggered it, but that didn't happen.  She
was relieved.  Even though she was law enforcement, she knew prison guards
got jumpy whenever a scanner or wand went off.

   "Do you know what you can and cannot bring in to the prison?" asked the
guard.

   "Yes," replied Stephanie.  She knew that she had to leave her handbag
and her phone in a locker, like at all prisons.  It was worse if you were a
family member or friend of the prisoner.  They were strict on jewelery and
clothes on ordinary visitors.  The guard walked Stephanie towards a
corridor, at the end of it was a sign.  To the left was the lockers and to
the right was the waiting room.  The guard ushered her towards the lockers
and then left.  Stephanie took a key for locker number twelve and put her
handbag, phone and wallet in it.  She took out her notebook and her pen. 
As she headed towards the waiting room, she saw a woman exit the visitor
center, just across from the lockers.  She was a short woman, wearing
sneakers, jeans, a jacket and she had her blonde hair tied back in a
ponytail, she had a backpack and she was holding what looked like a pink
skirt and sandals as well as some other cloth Stephanie couldn't identify.
It wasn't a sight that Stephanie hadn't seen before on her previous visits
and it seemed odd in a prison.

   Stephanie was the first one inside the waiting room.  It was exactly as
she remembered it, with the cold hard wooden stools.  They were
uncomfortable, but Stephanie didn't mind, they were meant for the molls of
murderers and rapists and other scum, it was just a shame that a warm soft
seat wasn't ready for her, maybe the prison officials would if she called
ahead requesting a soft seat, they were similar people after all, and she
didn't know why she had to sit with the criminals' families.  Even though
as a detective she wouldn't be going through the blue door at the far end
of the waiting room, she couldn't help but feel a chill as she visualized
the metal detector just past the door.  The mothers, sisters, girlfriends
and wives would walk through the detector, if it beeped, they would get a
cavity search before they could see their inmate.  Even if they passed the
detector they still would get a very invasive pat down search at best.

   The short blonde woman walked back in.  Stephanie saw that she had
changed.  She was now wearing the pink skirt and sandals and she had taken
off the jacket and was wearing a green tank top.  Another woman came in,
she was wearing flip flops and a dress.  A few more women came in, wearing
the same pink skirt and sandals as the short blonde woman.  It seemed to
Stephanie that the female visitors couldn't wear pants and had to wear
sandals, and that the pink skirt was given to those who wore pants.  Not
allowing them to wear pants seemed very sexist and backwards, but Stephanie
didn't have sympathy for the relatives of criminals.  She could see the
logic in making them wear sandals though, it was easy to smuggle in
something in a boot or sneaker.  The visiting room began to fill up, all
the women young and old were wearing dresses or skirts and sandals or flip
flops.  Only a few of them were wearing the pink skirts though, Stephanie
knew that they were probably first time visitors.  She felt aware of how
differently she was dressed, in her pantsuit, when nearly all the seats
were filled up.  Stephanie could tell that the other women were aware of it
as well, as they all glanced at her.

   The clock struck eleven, Stephanie knew that the prison would now turn
away any visitors arriving now.  A guard would come to escort her to Robert
Evers now.  The guards were late it and it was ten past eleven now, some of
the other women looked worried but Stephanie was only angry.  She wanted to
get as much information out of Evers as possible.  Finally a door opened a
blue uniformed female guard emerged.

   "Ms Stephanie Williams," said the guard.

   "Yes that is me," said Stephanie.

   "Come with me."

   "When can I see my husband," came a voice.

   "Be quiet, sit back down, we will come for you." replied the guard.

   The guard escorted Stephanie and to her surprise led her into the room
with the metal detector.  Stephanie did not like to go through the
detector, after all she was law enforcement, but it seemed only a minor
inconvenience.  She stopped near the detector and bent down to take her
shoes off.

   "No no, keep going," said the guard.  Stephanie went around the metal
detector, maybe she would be taken directly into Evers' cell or maybe she
would be taken through a much shorter route and be allowed to see him
before everybody else came.  Perhaps the prison officials were being
considerate towards her after all.  The guard made Stephanie turn towards a
corridor, on both sides there were rooms with doors painted in a ghastly
dark red color.  The guard made Stephanie enter one.  A large desk was at
the end of the room, opposite to the door, but no chairs.  Another female
guard was waiting for her.  She was large, broad shouldered and had her
hair cropped close to her head.  Stephanie didn't like the look of the
guard, nor the room.  It didn't look like a room where meetings could take
place, she probably wasn't going to meet Robert Evers here.

   "You might be wondering why you are here," said the large guard
suddenly. Before Stephanie could respond the guard went on.  "You have
broken the rules of the prison Ms Williams."

   "Broken the rules?  Please I'm a police officer with the Metropolitan
Criminal Investigations Authority.  I'm not a criminal or related to a
criminal, I am here to interview an inmate as part of my job with the
MCIA."

   "That maybe so, but you are still another visitor to this visitor to
this facility and you are still required to follow the prison regulations."

   "What goddamn rule have I broken then," said Stephanie, her anger rising
by the minute.

   "Please stay calm ma'am," the guard said in a calm, yet firm voice.  The
guard went to the desk and took a small booklet.  She turned a few pages
and then handed it to Stephanie.  It was about the dress code that all
female visitors had to adhere to.  Stephanie saw that it was very strict,
female visitors were not allowed to wear pants and could only wear open
toed flat shoes, as she had guess.  In addition, they were forbidden from
wearing underwear socks, tights and stockings to stop contraband.

   "You took me here for this, I should be speaking to the inmate by now
and this is completely ridiculous.  I am a detective, and I should be
treated as such!" said Stephanie, waving the booklet around.

   "Please-" began the guard.

   "I am a law enforcement official on duty here, as I have explained
before, the guard at the reception desk was kind enough to acknowledge
that. I have always been exempt from general rules applying to prisons, why
should it be any different here," barked Stephanie.

   "Rules are rules, you are law enforcement, you should understand that,"
replied the guard.

   "I am required to surrender my phone, wallet, and gun if I had one, I am
also required to submit to a frisk with a wand.  I left my wallet and phone
in the lockers and I was frisked, that is what is required of me." said
Stephanie, this time trying to keep her temper.  This had gone on for long
enough, she needed to interview Evers now.

   The guard looked almost apologetic to Stephanie but what she said didn't
indicate that.  "No that is not true, the regulations say all visitors must
obey rules regarding dress, security and conduct."

   Stephanie was flabbergasted, the guard wasn't going to back down from
the ridiculous rule.  Stephanie could hardly imagine questioning a hitman
with over one hundred deaths to his name, while wearing a pink skirt, but
it appears she didn't have a choice.

   "If you insist it I will go back and change into the skirt and flimsy
thin sandals, though a police officer shouldn't interview a witness dressed
like that," said Stephanie.

   "Wait, turn to the last page and read it," said the guard.  Stephanie
flipped through it, desperately wanting the guards to let her go.  She read
the end of the very last page.

   Any individual who contravenes any prison regulations, must be given a
thorough search.  The manner of the search is at the guard's discretion,
although at the bare minimum a strip search should be carried out to
determine if the individual's contravention of the rules is related to any
smuggling of contraband.

   "I am not smuggling anything, and I absolutely refuse to have a strip
search, I will also be submitting a complaint to the Department of Prisons,
over my treatment at your hands," replied Stephanie indignantly.

   "Get undressed and hand your clothes to me piece by piece," ordered the
guard.

   "No"

   "If you do not undress, you will be denied entry to the prison and you
will be arrested, so do as I say,"

   Stephanie hesitated, she wondered if the guards would really have her
arrested.  If she was arrested, she could explain things to the police and
the police could intervene on her behalf.  Her thoughts were interrupted by
the guard.

   "Undress now!" said the guard, raising her voice for the first time.

   Stephanie slowly undid the buttons on her coat, and took it off.  With a
look of pure loathing she handed the coat to the guard.  She took her shoes
off next and handed them to the guard.  The guard looked into the shoes and
then put them on the chair near the desk alongside her coat.  She took her
white blouse off next.  She was well aware of the guard's eyes on her.  Her
gaze and her size were starting to really intimidate Stephanie.

   "There, you happy now?" asked Stephanie.

   "Get completely undressed, everything off," replied the guard.

   "What."

   "You heard me."

   Stephanie sighed.  She undid the buttons of her black pants and gave it
to the guard.  The guard looked at them for a second and ran her hand
across it, before throwing it onto the pile of Stephanie's clothes on the
chair.  Now down to her bra, panties and socks, Stephanie hesitated.

   "Keep going." said the guard.

   Stephanie bent down and peeled of her left sock and threw it at the
guard.  She then did the same with the right sock.  She grimaced as the
cold of the floor came flooding up through her bare feet.  The guard the
socks on the clothes pile.  Stephanie looked at the guard and then slowly
undid the clasps of her white bra.  Her 36c sized breasts came spilling
out. Stephanie saw the guard look at her breasts as she tried to keep them
covered with her arm.  Stephanie awkwardly took her panties off.  Now naked
she attempted to keep her breasts covered as well as her vagina with the
trimmed growth of brown pubic hair around it.

   The guard walked over to Stephanie.  She was ordered to open her mouth
so the guard could look through it.  Afterwards her nose and ears were
checked.  Stephanie was annoyed when the guard undid her bun, allowing her
brown hair to cascade down to her breasts.  The guard then ran her fingers
through the hair, pulling strands apart.  Even more frustrating was when
the guard lifted her breasts.

   "Ow," cried Stephanie as the guard pulled her nipples.  The guard paid
no attention.  The guard then felt Stephanie's sides and then ran her
fingers through Stephanie's pubic hair.

   "Okay come on, is that really necessary," said Stephanie.  "Seriously."

   The guard paid no attention to her and ran her hands down Stephanie's
legs.  "Okay go over to the wall and turn around and place your hands on
it." she ordered.

   Stephanie did as she was told, the quicker she obeyed, the sooner she
would be out of there.  She placed her hands on the wall, her bare butt now
facing the guard.

   "Lift your left foot up, let me see your sole." The guard then pulled
her toes apart.  Then it was repeated for her right foot.

   "Alright, spread your legs," ordered the guard as Stephanie heard the
sound of a rubber glove snapping.  Stephanie knew what was coming next, she
did as she was told and took a deep breath.

   "Ahhh," she cried as she felt the finger go up her butt.  The guard's
finger was feeling around her insides.  After about a minute the guard
finally took her finger out.  Stephanie heard the guard take off the rubber
glove.  That was it, Stephanie could now interview Evers and then sue the
hell out of the Department of Prisons.  Stephanie turned around and saw the
guard putting on another rubber glove.

   "Lay down on the table now, on your back with your knees in the air and
your legs spread." ordered the guard.  Reluctantly Stephanie did as she was
ordered to.

   "Wider," said the guard.

   Stephanie spread her legs as wide as they could go, she winced as the
sharp corner of the desk made contact with her toe.  The guard seemed
confused.  She touched Stephanie's pubic hair and pulled strands of it
apart.

   "It will be easier without all the pubes, we can shave it off if we need
to right?" asked the guard.  "Shall we call for a shaver?"

   "No," replied the guard to escorted Stephanie in to the room.  "We can't
do that to the visitors.

   Stephanie was revealed that she wouldn't have to go through the extra
humiliation of having her pubic hair shaved off, but she was livid that the
guards who enforced the rules so strictly would not fully know them.  She
couldn't ponder this thought for long though as the guard's finger went up
her vagina.

   "Ouie Ou," Stephanie yelped.  The guards looked amused.  For a minute,
the guard's finger digged into her vagina.  Then it came out.  "All clean,"
said the guard.

   Stephanie got off the table and got dressed as soon as she can.  Now
fully clothed she was more confident and less meek.  "I'm going to sue you
and the prison you know, I will make sure you lose your jobs and can't get
employed anymore, you stupid cows.  You'll have to prostitute yourselves on
the streets to get food once I'm done," Stephanie ranted to the guards. 
The guards paid no attention to her.

   Stephanie noticed that the guards were not leading her towards the
prison blocks but back again towards the lockers and the visitor center. 
"Why am I back here again?" Stephanie asked.

   The guards laughed.  "You still have to follow the dress requirements."
Stephanie rolled her head in frustration.  They arrived at the visitor
station and another woman went to the back of a storeroom and gave
Stephanie a pink skirt, green tank top and a pair of flimsy brown sandals.
After that they led Stephanie back to her locker and opened it for her
before standing at the door, facing away from her.  For the second time,
Stephanie undressed.  She took off everything except for panties.  She put
the skirt and top on and slid her feet through the sandals.  The guards
were waiting again, and again Stephanie was surprised when they made her
walk through the metal detector, and then she was given a rough pat down.
The guards lifted up her skirt.

   "No panties, take them off and give them to me," said the guard.

   "Seriously?" asked Stephanie.

   The guard glared at her.  Stephanie slid the panties down out of her
skirt, and handed them over.  Then at last Stephanie was walked towards the
prison block where Robert Evers was waiting.  Stephanie was pleasantly
surprised when she found that Evers was waiting in a private room and she
wouldn't have the conversation listened to by everyone.  Just before the
guards let her in to the waiting room, they a few final things to say.

   "If you need us to pick you up, in case he gets violent, you press the
red button under the desk, okay.  The toilet is straight down the corridor
and to the right, if you need it.  Also no shoes inside the waiting room,
leave them at the door, put 'em on if you go the toilet or are coming out"

   "What, this is so screwed up," said Stephanie exasperated.

   "Rules are rules."

   Stephanie took off the sandals, and opened the door.  She a detective
was facing a hardened criminal, while she was barefoot, going commando and
wearing a flowing pink skirt.  Stephanie knew this wasn't going to be good
and that Evers was not going to take her seriously.  However rules are
rules.
   THE END