That could mean a transvestite, an obscenely fat man, an ugly, smelly. 'Special one for you this time.' Matthews went on as his keys plied the lock and opened the door. The guards could be nasty if you didn't get up when they told you to, you had to stand when they said so.
'Ah, hell!' Bannis clambered to his feet. 'Hey, Bannis, got you a new roommate.' the guard said and gestured for him to get up. Bannis turned his head to see Matthews standing there, a mean grin on his face like always. The clang of a nightstick on the cell bars jerked him out of his reverie. He settled for putting his feet up on the other mattress for now, giving himself the feel of the space, an entire five feet of room, both his muscled, tattooed arms strung out on his own mattress and his pillow beneath his head, just stretching totally out, out, oh, God, out! He just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of it. No chance of a shiv in your neck while you slept if you were alone in your cell! The guards might leave them that way for, oh, up to a week! Maybe longer, what with Christmas almost here, he could treat himself to an entire, private room, sleeping with the serenity and security that a room of his own would provide, that would make one hell of a Christmas present to himself. He could lounge out with his feet on the other mattress, maybe push the two beds together if he could swipe a wrench long enough to move the bed over. Hell, maybe he wouldn't draw someone for a while.
