A Convict's Life Brick by Brick

By David Lugo

A thrilling story of a sexually abused boy who grew up too fast. He's taken to a brothel at age thirteen and discovers his love for smoking fetish. He grows to become a notorious, wild gang member and convict in the Wisconsin prison system. A violent twist begins as he's sent to a Tennessee prison where female officers can't resist his sexual charisma. He hustles drugs and struggles with sex addiction and cocaine. Convict #165330, Crazyhorse, makes the best of his situation. MMMMM…. Warning Graphic Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647010126

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A Convict’s Life

—Brick by Brick—

David Lugo

Copyright © 2019 David Lugo

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2019

ISBN 978-1-64701-013-3 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-64701-012-6 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

My four years in a private prison.

Hello, I’m 165330, a.k.a. David R. Lugo. This book has been in my head a long time, and this story really needs to come out. I started this sixteen years ago, and I’ve procrastinated enough, struggling with my demons of addictions and toxic relationships and more prison time, and honestly, I didn’t think I could write a book, but I have today. I am a writer, and what my story has for you is the tale of a man in the Wisconsin state prison system (soft) who gets transferred to a private prison so the state can save money and the events that happened, both good and bad. For a little history about me in 1992, I was convicted of delivery of a controlled substance. I sold cocaine to an undercover agent. Here’s the kicker. My old high school friend set me up ’cause he got caught with a small amount, so in order to get off his charge, he agreed to set me up with a few buys. The sad part is, I was on parole and had a good job at a warehouse, a great lady who I was so in love with, and we had our own place on the east side of Milwaukee, Farwell & Brady Streets.

Life was very good for me at twenty-six years of age! And I was so into this lady, my Launa. I met her before I was released from prison. Get this, I’m at a medium-security prison in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, and am on my way to work release at St. Johns in Milwaukee. Well, when they transfer me, we get a layover at the Burke Center in Madison, Wisconsin, an overnight minimum stops. So the adventurous convict that I am, I’m going straight to the weight room to work out, and here I run into this cool dude from school, Brian. He tells me some crazy story about how he was at work release with some fine chick stealing her car and credit cards and escaping, so after the workout and story, we go back to his cell, and I look at his photo board on the wall, and there she is, Launa posing in a G-string and bra and high heels, with long, big eighties hair and long, shapely, sexy legs, and I felt my dick stir in my shorts, so I ask Brian, Who is that, bro?

He says, I fucked up, man.

She’s the one I stole the car and credit card from and never went back to work release.

My jaw drops, and I tell him, You dumb ass. I say my goodbyes and shower and go to my cell to crash. Well, all I keep thinking about is that Launa has her huge bush under them panties, and yeah, I take matters in my own hands, not once but thrice! I slept great! I woke up excited to get to work release in Milwaukee after four years finally. So all of us on transfer bus, no cuffs, no leg irons, all work-release minimum security, and what a beautiful feeling this is! My face hurts from smiling so much. We’re on the bus, and this big, crazy, huge forehead dude comes over and sits by me and looks at me crazy and has that look where he’s implying I did something wrong, so I’m like, What’s up?

This guy John says, You know Brian, and I let him know it’s been years since I’ve seen him—blah, blah, blah. He then says, He fucked over my wife’s friend?

And I’m like, How?

So he says, Launa.

My eyes get so fuckin’ big, and I say, She’s so fuckin’ perfect!

He laughs and asks me, What work release center are you going to?

I say, St. John’s.

He smiles like a Cheshire cat and says, Me too, and then says, You’re gonna meet Launa.

I shake his hand, and John becomes my instant friend. This guy did his homework on St. John’s ’cause he says they go to AA meetings on Tuesdays and Fridays. They drop us off at De Paul Treatment Center in the front. We go out the back, and his wife, Donna, and Launa will be waiting for us. Then he says, If you like her, put her on my visit list. So this bus ride, I’m even more excited, and I can’t believe what’s going on six months deferment from parole board, work release in Milwaukee and Launa. The bus pulls up in the city. It’s been four years since I’ve seen it, and so much goes through my head. It’s summer—no cuffs, no shackles—and we file out the bus and into this tiny work release center. All the cons are there in jeans and street clothes, and again, I’m overwhelmed with joy and excitement. I’m loading my property boxes in the hall, and I hear, Lugo, I’ve been waiting for you. It’s the work coordinator, Mr. G. He says, Put your best duds on. You got an interview now!

I’m like, Now?

He says, Now!

So I grab a dress shirt and jeans. I get out of J. C. Penney catalog at Medium, and I report all dressed up. He approves of my look and points to a cool Latin con and says, That’s our driver. He’ll take you to Thirty-Second and Hampton for your warehouse job. Tell Tom I sent ya! Now I’m really freaking out. A job… I’m not even unpacked and on my way into the world. I’m shocked, so the Latin dude Kiko says, Let’s go, bro! Vans across the street! So I follow him to the door and freeze and start thinking, This is a setup. Don’t go.

So Kiko yells, Come on, man, my bitch is waiting, fool!

I yell, I ain’t going!

So he comes over, takes me into the warden’s office, and the warden says, What’s the problem?

I tell him, They want me to go into the van across the street, and not sure if it’s cool to go.

He laughs like a hyena, pats me on the back, and says, First time, huh? I’m the warden. Now get!

So I laugh and smile. Kiko is all pissed, and we get in the van, and he lays it all out. Dude, you in good hands. Where you wanna go? You got cash? I know all the hookers.

I’m like, Fuck no, man, take me to this job.

He says he’s dropping me off. Gonna go fuck his lady.

Come back and get me.

So we’re cranking up music, windows down, and I’m in prison, and I’m thinking life is good. Damn, I hope I get this job. We pull up to this huge warehouse, and I follow the sign Milwaukee Notions, and I go up their stairs and come to a security fence and sit down in a chair, and some lady, a really pretty brunette smiles and says, Can I help you?

And I’m like, I’m here from the center to see Tom about a job.

She looks me up and down and smiles and says, How long have you been in?

I say, Four years.

She smiles again and asks me, What do you have to offer this company?

I’m shocked, but I say, I’m very athletic, strong, great listener and take orders well, and smile and wink at the same time. Then she smiles back, and some other lady in the waiting room drops a box of cosmetics, so I proceed to help her pick them up. Both women are so giddy, so nice, so friendly, and then I figure out why one yells out, Dad, Dave from the center is here for the job, and if you don’t hire him, we’re quitting!

I am in awe, and then this cool old guy comes over and shakes my hand, looks me up and down, and says, You look strong, my daughters, like you, and today is your lucky day. You’re hired. Oh, $8.50 an hour. Girls, show him around! And boom, I’m in the warehouse chatting away with Tom’s beautiful daughters. Kiko comes to pick me up, and he looks wasted, and he offers me heroin, and I’m letting him know I’m cool, I’m high on life with my new job. I get back to the center, and John tells me he’s got a job at a foundry and me at a warehouse. We’re all happy, and he tells me we are on for Friday, and I’m not sure what he was saying, so he says, My wife, Donna, and Launa are gonna meet us at AA! Instantly excited again.

So Friday comes. I’m in the prison van with John and other cons, and Kiko drops us off at De Paul Treatment Center. We go in the front door and right out the back door to the parking lot. John sees the car, and my heart is racing. Holy shit. Alone with a strange, beautiful woman. No guards watching. Shit, it hit me. I’m not supposed to be doing this. I could get an escape charge or lesser being in an unassigned area! We get to the four-door. John jumps in the front, me in the back, and wow! Something magical happened to me. She is glowing with that big blond hair and smiles. Then she giggles when I go to shake her hand. Here she is, that lady so sexy in that picture on that bulletin board in Brian’s room, the one I’ve been jacking off to for a week. Here she is. If only she knows what is going through my mind!

I hear John say, We’re going for beers and playing darts at some place on Thirteenth Street across from Wilson Park, a bar. I’m so feeling excited yet fearful. This is my first outing, an AA meeting. I’m going to a bar where Launa shows me how to play Cricket 301, I think? We’re down to three pitchers of beer, and John tells me he’s gonna go fuck his lady and use a vibrator on her ass and that me and Launa need to cut through the park and walk to give them time to do the nasty. All I know is, we are kissing, laughing, and she doesn’t care about my past, the first woman in my life who didn’t judge me but loved me the way I was. This made me want her even more!

As the week goes by, Launa is meeting me for AA, and we are going to her place. Four weeks she wouldn’t let me make love to her. Well then, it happened. She made steaks, and then I did a striptease for her. She liked my prison muscle as I was dancing for her and the music was playing. I tried to be as sexy as I could, and after I peeled off my pants, I’m down to my undies, dancing away. She starts laughing her ass off. I’m not liking how she’s laughing at me and why! She’s laughing so hard she’s snorting like an animal from her nose, then she points at my tube socks. I didn’t know people stopped wearing those. I jumped on her, laughing too, and it was a most beautiful, memorable sexual interlude. She had her first orgasm at twenty-two, and was I liking that! She had this blond bush that stuck out like a unicorn horn.

I’m really enjoying my warehouse job, and one day, I get back from work to the center, and the bro I was locked up with was there. His dad was in the feds for big cocaine, and here’s his son. All I know is, two days later, dude gives me two solid ounces of powder, 80 percent cocaine, and I’m in prison. I didn’t know really what to do with it, so I took it to work and hid it and started to get high and sell a little here and there. I liked doing some with this hot black chick sissy and stealing kisses from her in trade! Two weeks later, my bro Omar gets out and gives me his number and tells me five hundred an ounce all day. I take his number. Two days later, I come home to the center from work, and the sergeant Ms. A tells me, Lugo, you’re going home on Tuesday.

And I’m like, What?

She says, Blue paper parole in the mail. I give her a huge hug, grab a few quarters from my pocket, call my mom and dad, Launa, and arrange a ride from my homeboy. I am so excited—the two best feelings I had at once being in love and my freedom. What a beautiful thing! I recommend it for everyone! Me and Launa get our place on Farewell and Brady, and she has an insurance claims job. I am at the warehouse, and I am a go-between for coke to party up on weekends. I wasn’t a dealer ’cause I didn’t sell to make money. If someone wanted some, they gave me the money, and I got some for myself. One night, I decided me and Launa did a bunch of blow and had a sex marathon. I took a half-gram rock of powder and pushed it up her ass, put some K-Y jelly up in her, and she never did anal, so I thought I’d numb her up a little. Well, I did, but that coke went right in her bloodstream, and when I slid all eight and one-half inches in her ass, she looked over her shoulder and said, Don’t you ever stop. She came three times and became a sexy anal queen. After that, I was hooked too! She was such a good girl, and it was exciting turning her into a bad girl.

What an amazing feeling it is watching her enjoy new, naughty things, and I’m teaching her these things. This new, fresh relationship was so fun and full of adventure. I was