Janet entered the interview room. She was dressed in an orange jumpsuit the same as every other day. As long as she was incarcerated in prison, she would be wearing an orange jumpsuit. She didn't have any choice in the matter. She didn't have any say in almost anything. She was a convict.

Some time ago, she had been drinking. She had been drinking a little too much. She had been drinking a lot too much. Then she decided to drive home. What happened next she wasn't sure of. She heard what the witnesses had said, but she couldn't clearly visualize what happened. By the end of the night, her car was in an accident, two pedestrians had been killed, and she was arrested for involuntary manslaughter. She would be spending the next thirteen years of her life in prison.

Janet, a blond woman, twenty-three years old, formerly a college student sat in the interrogation room. She wasn't handcuffed which was odd. She wasn't a threat to anyone. She was in jail because she made an extremely terrible mistake. Not because she was evil or violent. She took her seat and crossed her legs at the ankles.

Across from her, sitting in front of a standard table with a simulated wood finish top was a balding man in his fifties wearing a blue suit, white shirt, and a tie.

"You're not my lawyer," Janet remarked.

The man didn't say anything.

"You don't look like a guard or a cop. Who are you?"

"My name is Mr. Tredinnick. I'm here to offer you a proposal."

"To get out of jail?"

"No, I can't do that. You have been convicted. You have to do your time."

"Then what?"

"You are going to waste away in here for years. You are such a pretty young woman. That would be a waste. I would like to, how do I say it, I would like to rent your body while you are here."

"Rent?"

"You will lend me your body. I'll give you mine and I'll live on the outside with your body. When your time in prison is up, I'll give you your body back. You'll also get a million dollars to start a new life."

"That is crazy."

"You are going to be stuck here for years. Why should the prime years of your body go to waste."

"I have an appeal. I might get out."

"That isn't going to happen. You got drunk and killed two people. You'll be spending years here. Also, it'll take two years before your appeal is heard. You'll be spending all that time in jail. But, if you do win your appeal and get out, you can have your body back immediately. Whether in two years or thirteen years."

"If I agree, how can I go back to my cell with your body? You're a guy."

"You will be transferred to a men's prison. Your charges won't change nor the time you will have to serve."