S. Marshal. We shook hands and he motioned for me to sit. "Tell me, Mr. Johnson, where exactly did you find all this information that you gave Mrs. Wh...ite."I told him the story, and afterward he asked. "Have you had any conversations with the director?" He came by earlier and asked that I give him anything unusual that I might find in the office. He seemed happy that I had thrown everything away." We just had a couple of our men go out to the lady's house that is pictured here to pick up the. I did not at firstknow what she was talking about but said yes. That night she broughthome two women. Both women and my mom seemed to be laughing a lot and smoking, I neversmoked in my life but always wanted to; my life now was as good as, oreven better than I ever hoped it could be. I could have men, no moreboys for me, any time I wanted to, I had money and mom and I; and aDoctor, were working on my becoming a real woman but I would have towait until I was eighteen.Back to that night. I took a. As we did she resumed the furious rubbing as my fingers again moved inside her hard and fast. The interstate became a symphony of air horns and thumbs up out the drivers windows. She grinned at me and suggested we get off the road for a bit. The next exit had lots of hotel/motel signs and I did not need to hear the suggestion twice. Checking in was quick ,,,, the time to get into the room seemed an eternity. As the door closed we were in each others arms. Our kisses were long and deep, tongues. She knelt on the floor and loosened the laces of her black Converse sneakers. She won't take them off, will she?YOU? I had never seen Jana without her black, deep Converse. She even wore them in PE class! Every other girl switched to her sports shoes, but not so Jana. She kept her Converse on. Even at parties, you could only meet them with their sneakers. I didn't know if it was the same pair all along, or if it replaced them after a while.Either way, just the thought of the smell in my shoes.