I have snacks and a couple bottles of water in my bag. The bathroom, or I suppose it’s a toilet not a bathroom, is nearby. I don’t plan to get off... the bus until we get to Mississippi. I’ll spend the night there and continue on the next day.A couple of people got on the bus in Atlanta and I think one got off. Shortly after we departed the bus station in Atlanta, a young man came back and used the restroom. He nodded at me as he went past. I turned away. I don’t want to be rude but I don’t want. Amalie gave me a synopsis of what she had learned during her interview. This guy had been rather small potatoes in the terrorist racket, but he did know a lot of the other cell leaders. She thought that she could give me a list of names and home addresses of most of the leaders of cells and the Imams that encouraged them.She was computer literate enough to be able to make me a list of these names and addresses if she had access to a computer and printer. I asked her to take Mary to a computer. But even asGoldi's flogger bit into her soft asscheeks yet again, even as its thongs foundtheir way into the delicate crevice between her ravaged thighs, there was asubtle undertone of hope to Lisa's song. Each crack of the whip, she knew, wasbringing her another moment closer to Nelson. Now she could see how mercifulGoldi had been to let her know that. So whenGoldi finally proffered her the flogger's phallic handle to kiss as she dangledlimp and docile from the pulley after the twentieth. The one thing I knew was that I didn’t want our games to stop!Bec was literally rooted to the spot, but she hadn’t screamed or started shouting so I knew I had to try and take control of the situation. I leant down so my mouth was beside mom’s ear. “I want you to remain perfectly still and do not react in any way, do you understand?”“Yes honey.” She whispered back.“Bec is home early and is standing at the door, she can clearly see that we’ve been fucking.”“Oh my God!” She sobbed softly.“Be.