It was a good change though - I got to see a row or two of people I'd never seen before. Strange people, though. Singin and  talkin to themselves like somebody cared.

Then I saw her.

I looked through the bars of this guys cell, and there on the wall was a poster of a girl. A vision of loveliness - a flower. I stopped for a second to try to soak her all in.
 

Damn! The guard.

"Yessir" -  I shuffled past. Now what was I gonna do? Who was the guy in that cell, and who the Hell was that woman in the poster? Something was strange. Felt a weird feeling - kinda like I had seen her some place before.

No way.

People like that don't cross my path too often. And even if they did, they were usually a hit-and-run.

So I went back to my cell. I tried to sleep, but images of her and the fact that my cellmate Rat-Eye Rabbinzo was snoring like a broken chainsaw kept me awake. So I just thought of where I'd seen her before.

Nada.

Next day at chow, I tried to ask around. Had to be careful though, because I didn't want the guys to think I was after the guy in the cell - you know how that kind of mistake can leave you wishin you had practiced with a bat before they sent you upriver.

"Look," I said, "he's got a poster of this chick in a red swim suit. Man, she's hot."

Suddenly, eyes lit up and a few smiles drifted around the table.

"Oh - now you know who I'm talking about."

The guard walked by, and all eyes dropped to the cornmeal mush - it was Saturday, always cornmeal mush on Saturday.

Guy to my left never raised his eyes of his face from his plate. "Yeah. We know her."

"You do?" I asked, trying to hide my excitement.

"Umm hmm" he began to smirk. "Bonny Appetite."

The guys started to laugh, but not loud enough to be heard.

I felt like I had been had, but I went along anyway. "Bonny Appetite, huh? Where's she from?"

Guy across the table offered, "Somewhere beneath your blanket tonite, home-boy."

Table laughed again. I was getting nowhere.

Time to hit the yard. I walked around watching the big guys lift weights, and the little guys standing with their backs to the stone walls.

"Bonny Appetite," I thought. Then I smiled - the same smile James Bond smiled in Goldfinger when Honor Blackman first said "Pussy Galore" - "I must be dreaming."

"Hey!"

I looked at a skinny  black man with a gold tooth. He was standing kinda at a tilt, but his eyes were dead on me.

"You wanna know about the chick in the red suit?" Then he looked around, as if someone would be after him.

I swallowed noisily.

"Yeah. Sure - you know her."

He looked at me like I had just pissed on his shoes.

"No, dumbass - I don't know her. But I know who does."

He was my new best friend.

"Tell me, I whispered.

"Three packs," he blurted before he turned around to scan the guards standing on the wall.

"Three? I don't even have one pack of smokes on me right now. "

He smiled. "Then come back when you do."

And he was gone.