![]() ![]() Tired and emotionally sick from the three days she had spent in the jail cell, Michelle laid back on the lower bunk bed that she had occupied for herself. The whole incident gave her pangs of her embarrassment that seemed to ring throughout her whole mind and body. Now she had been caught and by a woman who appeared to be in her fifties toting a shotgun with a laser sight of all people. And in all her time doing the things that she did to get by she never had once been caught. She was not above petty crime to survive pickpocketing, shoplifting, and even breaking into cars were all part of the routine for her by this point. That had to be the worst part of the whole situation. Instead of a sense of fulfillment, it got her nothing short of a shotgun to the back of her head and a one way ride in a squad car. Why did she have feel the need to go after this woman out of all the people who had insulted or belittled her at some point in time? It left her with no sense of accomplishment, even though she had successfully gotten where no vagabond had gone before, at least none she knew of. Sneaking into her garage to get back at her with some half baked scheme for revenge was not only a waste of time but incredibly stupid. She finally managed to curse herself for being so petty about the encounter with the auburn haired woman. Her eyes watered at the thought that she may have really screwed herself this time. What she felt sliding along her insides was nothing short of overwhelming defeat. But the sick feeling curling in her stomach overwhelmed that desire. Part of her wanted to chastise herself for being so careless and stupid. She knew what she'd done was illegal but didn't curse herself for getting caught. What Michelle did care about was sinking feeling emanating from the bottom of her throat to the deepest pits of her stomach. Not that she really cared anyway considering the privacy was kind of nice. She didn't understand why she'd been left all by herself and figured it was some kind of a mistake. Michelle was currently sitting in one of these bunks, but she had been placed alone. The prisoners were put in cells of two inmates, each one bunked in a six foot by eight foot space with a toilet and two bunk beds. There were several guards, but none of them were armed or clad in armor the way they would be in a larger, more secure facility. Bexar County Jail was a minimum security facility, one that housed criminals awaiting further arraignment or were serving out only short sentences for minor offenses.
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