Vernon was quickly finger-printed, strip-searched and relieved of one pubic hair. He was then dressed in orange jailhouse fatigues and marched through a side door and up a flight of stairs. His walk down the cell-block hall to his solitary confinement, made him the center of taunting and jeering by fellow inmates.

“Hey, old man, how does it feel…beddin’ your step-daughter?” yelled one.

“Wasn’t your fat wife takin’ care of ya’?” said another.