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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comonce perched on the edge of his bed stared angrily out of the window,still clutching his beard. `I'm Richard, what's your name?'Stonley made no eye contact but after a short pause, spat out,`Stonley.'`No, I mean what's your first name?'Stonley turned from the window, flashed an angry glare and replied,`Dunno', before returning his anger to the window. I tried again, butgot the same response, this time more angrily. Although Stonley wassitting motionless on the edge of his bed, his stench had wafted overto me and I had to move to the other end of my bed.The door-flap slapped open and Onion-head, who had just been appointeda spur cleaner and was outside collecting the lunch-trays, leered in.`Arright, Rich?' he laughed, gooning his face into an exaggeratedimitation of Stonley. `Wait till he starts playin' his pink oboe!' Igave him the finger and he slapped the flap back with another laugh.I had to find a way of getting out of sharing the cell with Stonley,but my options were limited. The staff were usually reasonable aboutputting compatible cellmates together as it caused them less bother ifthey got along. But they would not let me off the hook with Stonley soeasily; nobody was compatible with him and the screws accuratelyguessed it was not in my nature to start a fight, a tactic his previouscellmate had used to engineer a separation.At unlock for evening association, I made a beeline for Mr Richards.`You've got to get me out of there. Stonley should be in hospital, notin prison. You'll turn me into a fraggle too if I have to share withhim much longer,' I pleaded.Mr Richards laughed, `You're going nowhere, Tomlinson. Doctor's orders.Stonley has to be in a double cell so that he learns to interact withother prisoners.'`Well, if I have to share with him, will you please tell him to washhis clothes and get a shower?' Mr Richards obliged and ordered Stonleyto take a shower and hand in his filthy clothing to the unfortunateTurkish laundryman for washing.Locked back in after association, I found that Stonley had used thetoilet and badly missed. He would never clean it up, so there was nochoice but to do it myself. He was still perched on the edge of hisbed, staring angrily out of the window, twiddling with his beard, as Ifinished and junked my last strip of pot-scrubber in the bin. As therehad been cases of fraggles attacking sleeping cellmates, I didn't darego to sleep before him and stayed up playing chess on my pocket set. Atabout 1 a.m., Stonley briefly went to the toilet, lay down on his bed,pulled a sheet over himself and started masturbating.After a fitful night's sleep, inspiration struck in the morning.`Stonley, do you smoke?' I asked as soon as he was awake.`Dunno,' he replied angrily.page- 191 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com