Room 306 - Marcus Valentino Emilio Ricci's Room

Another month, another day, another week in this god forsaken place. Well, he supposed it probably beat being stuck in jail. That was probably the last place he would want to be at a time like this, and really who could blame him? Even so the very notion of being sent to jail because a prostitute came crying to the police was ridiculous. A small streak of anger raced through him at the very thought. Marcus truly believed that the woman was something of a moron. Here she was a street walker, a hooker and she claims to have been raped by a customer? Idiot, she willingly invites men to lay her over, and over, and over again. Yet she has the sheer audacity to go running off like some scared, beaten, and shaking honorable woman to an officer. Stupid bitch was all Marcus could think when reflecting back on that moment. This woman was one he had been with numerous times before, and she had never once raised a complaint. Rather she was the type who like it extremely rough, and maybe a little cat and mouse role playing involved. He'd chase her, she'd run, he'd catch her and they both got off on it really.


The legal system was full of all kinds of idiotic people though, and they believed her! HER! The other question that begged to be asked and answered was; why? Why would a woman who walks the streets, beckons men to her, wears all kinds of revealing clothing go running to a cop? Police were out to arrest people like her, not play hero and save them from the clutches of the dark underbelly! They willingly lived in the dark underbelly as far as Marcus was concerned. Oh well, you can't always expect people to be as intelligent as you would want them to be. At least he was here though he ad to admit, and not rotting away in some stupid jail cell surrounded by murderers, child molesters, and rapists. No, he in no way fancied himself as a rapist at all, and so he would not place himself in such a category.


How was he even a criminal? Not like he dealt the drugs he friend dealt! Oh, so it was guilt by association was it? Well, if you are not directly involved in any of the transactions how could you be guilty? If Marcus did in fact try any drugs out he wasn't stupid enough to do it there. Why, because the man knew better than to do those types of recreational activities at a friend's house. It would have only been a matter of time before police did catch wind of his rap sheet. Even so, Marcus was outraged that he was even told he would be convicted just for living there! Damn, he should have played the 'I don't know anything' card until he was blue in the face. If he could think of a proper excuse, and really stick to his guns he may have gotten out of that one.


So, what was on the menu to do today? Perhaps he would go to the rec room later and watch a little bit of television. Of course what he could really use right now was a bed companion to fuck around with. How long had it been since he had sex? God, too long he was going crazy! Medications and all aside, the thoughts still raced in his mind and he got urges. Maybe a little masturbation wouldn't bother those stupid orderlies any. Heaving a heavy sigh the olive skinned man flopped back onto his bed, and looked up at the ceiling moistening his lips some. To stroke or not to stroke? Looking around a little bit the man started to inch his hand down under the band of his pants.

"Can't see why they'd be pissed about this." The man said quietly to himself.