If I were Paris Hilton's jailer, I would treat her like a creamsicle on the Ice Cream truck of love. -J.
Silly markb; there's an awful lot out there that's resistant to penicillin. I'd treat Paris with a ten foot pole. By proxy. And my proxy would have a proxy. And my proxy's proxy would be encased in latex.
I'd treat her exactly as the law requires me to treat her, with no special treatment in any form, and I'd treat her exactly like I would treat any other inmate.
I'd treat her with complete indifference, no better or worse than any of the other inmates, without the slightest hint of acknowledgement for her extra-specialness.
My wife knows I couldn't give a pinch of shit for Paris fucking Hilton. I bet even in a women's prison I could find someone we both found more attractive. Maybe a nice little latin honey with a big butt.
If she were a good inmate, I'd leave her alone, but if she started making demands and acting like the princess she is, I'd beat her like a redheaded stepchild.
I'd tell her she's about to share a cell with the meanest bull dyke in the compound, and tell the horrible story of the last inmate that refused sex with her. Then I'd tell Paris that the cost of a ticket out would be a new Mercedes.