Chapter Three
Vera was placed in solitary. It was a fitting punishment, or correction as Joan would call it, for she had kept Joan in solitary and tormented her. Simple requests were ignored or turned down.
“You cannot be trusted with pencils,” Vera smirked.
It gave Vera immense pleasure to triumph over Joan and she was sure she would be found guilty and soon leave Wentworth for a correction facility in another state. Remand was only until the trial, Vera used this limited time to torment her Governor, the Governor who had wiped her hand to rid it of Vera’s “dirty C” germs during that fateful dinner.
When did things start to go sideways? Only now did Vera realize the dinner invitation was a peace offering. Joan had looked so happy and nervous seeing Vera on her doorstep that evening. Joan had made an effort to cook something exquisite for Vera. If Vera had been attracted to women, she would certainly have fallen for Joan. If she was attracted to women….. But she wasn’t. Her feelings for Joan were something else. She was her mentor. Vera respected and admired Joan as her mentor. It was nothing more.
Yet during these last few months, Vera had often thought about why she was so angry with Joan. Why did she feel betrayed by Joan when she was ordered to go buy ice cream for Doreen Anderson? Why did she feel jealous when she learned about Jianna? What made her feel warm between the legs and special when Joan seemed possessive towards her and told her not to visit Fletcher after the accident. Why did she feel she wanted to die because she had lost everything when Joan did not emerge from the flames that engulfed Wentworth. And why was she so saddened by seeing a confused Joan at the facility where she was taken following the fire and hurt when Joan did not recognize her. There were too many unanswered questions.
Sometimes Vera would drift off thinking about Joan’s hands which despite their gracefulness were strong and well-shaped. Vera wondered what it would be like to have them touch her, for them to touch her face, her body. Sometimes her daydreams seemed so real that she could feel the Governor’s hands exploring her body. At times like this, Vera would feel goose bumps and a dampness between her legs. She would reach down and touch herself, all the while thinking of Joan. It was so unnatural. She wasn’t attracted to women like Franky or Bridgett was. She had never had a relationship with a woman. In fact she had never had much of a relationship with anyone. She thought that Jake might be the one, but even he faded when she thought about Joan. And then, he turned on her. He betrayed her at the trial and now he was the deputy governor under Joan Ferguson.