Her mother stood there shocked, silent, disbelieving that her sheltered stable world had collapsed in shattering terror. The African leader's gaze was... fixed on the girl. Her flushed excited face and her bouncing, quivering breasts bouncing with passion and anger inside her blouse. So full and firm they looked as she wriggled in her captor's grasp. She was lovely, fresh faced and seemingly refreshingly innocent. Though he doubted that any such soft, white beauty could be innocent after growing. .." I couldn't decide if she was stuck for a word or didn't want to say it. "Just sit down at the table and don't move." Then she went over to where people were coming in to the caf-atorium.She collared a bunch of girls. She said something and there was a bunch of head nodding - saying 'no' and then saying 'yes' and then she said something and there was even more enthusiastic 'yes' nodding. There was a lot of looking my way, then back at her. Then somebody said something to her, and she quickly. Damn! That stung!The sheriff asked me if I had any proof I was Mrs. Turner’s cousin. I told him I didn’t but that dear cousin Alberta (that was her given name) had given me the combination to the safe and that must prove I was family. I demonstrated opening the safe. He was impressed! The Sheriff poked around in the safe but we had already removed what I think he was looking for. It wasn’t money.In Mrs. Turner’s meticulous hand we found out whose hands were being greased and how much. Let's go."I fled the house for the store before I dropped into such a depression that anything would be feasible. I fired up the Road Runner. Well, turned it over. I'd agreed not to fire it up in the trailer park at the insistence of the mgmt. Some 4x4 named Earl Welt. "Stop it, Mr. Castleberry."I stopped.Once out of ear shot, I put it thru some preliminary tasks, found no joy in it & angrily pulled into the Hinky Dinky parking lot. "Get out."I came close to going back to the house and phoning.