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Quinn's POV

Who does he think he is?! I was working myself into a fit. My chest heaved rapidly as I tried to relax.

It was too early to judge but I knew I would hate him. I had to.

There should be no friendship between a prisoner and the jailer. It was as simple as that.

I thought about ways to make his life hell through the week. I remembered how I had made Mrs. Harlow's life hell. She had thought she could boss me around and be a competent hound dog for my mom but she had underestimated me.

Mrs. Harlow had lasted a week. She had packed her bags and left a letter before the sun came out.

I predicted Anthony would last two days and giving him 48 hours was my way of being nice.

Haley's texts made my phone ring persistently. She wanted to know about my stepbrother. She would have to wait till morning. I turned off the phone and tossed it away.

I stripped down to my panties, taking a minute to examine my tits once again. They looked different. Haley had been capping when she said they l