They didn't havefingerprinting back then, so who's to say he isn't who he says he is? Thestepmother couldn't admit what she did." Your plot has about ...as many holes as net stockings, but sure. Happyending! Why not? Are you ready to work in the pot fields?"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------To Be Continued!--------------------------------------------------------------Afterword for Chapter 29This is something I wrote after I. My SUV has tinted windows for security so you can’t see inside and the way I parked, you’d assume that the engine was running just to keep the AC on for pets or possibly c***dren. We got into the second row and I immediately started fondling her and tugging at her pants. She knew exactly how much I wanted to get inside her so she reached into my shorts and grabbed the shaft of my cock which was getting stiff almost immediately from the firm grab of her hand. I reached into her crotch and. ) I chose to not do that. I have said what I wanted to say. In this case, I wanted to write about someone who was abused and got back at the more ‘powerful’ abuser, and do it publically. The victim was not to allow the shame of homosexual rape (and the expected photos to blackmail him) from stopping him getting back. I wanted to write about a single incident that stated or implied so much more, with significantly fewer words. This does require that the reader read more carefully. It requires. We could have sold twice as many, but, with so many mouths to feed, I wanted to keep two besides the ones we had cooking.We rode to meet the wagons and hauled the promised pigs back to town on mules. I could see that the women in the wagon train were relieved that we sold most of the pigs. It would have been a lot of work to deal with fourteen of the suckers. Now, they only had two left. We did trade for a lot of dried apples and peaches in town, and a bunch of other foodstuffs the women were.