I was interested in buying another truck for cash. I remembered something one of the white collar criminals on the farm used to say. Set up a credit r...ecord. I had been doing that for the couple of years. I was still living in my grandpa’s shack and it was truly in bad shape. So even though I had some small items and my utilities, I didn’t have any serious credit references. I wanted the truck, but I held off on it. Instead I bought a camper trailer on Craig’s List.Of course it wasn’t perfect,. And as far as the state was concerned I wouldbe just be another sow. That the state could transfer my ownership to othersand that I would still be considered livestock property.And so now the human that I once was has been declared deceased by thecourts and is no more and the state receives another animal on itsinventory, as I have just become another entry on the states list oflivestock.The next morning came, I am herded into a cage of some kind, this one is tokeep me from moving, next I feel. ”“If you consider me anything you’ll come. You are an Imam, the descendant of Ali. I wasn’t lying to you. I’m telling you the truth, may Allah strike me down if I’m lying.”Thinking his mother a crackpot, the Imam donned the same garments he wore the night before. His motive was to see Nasiba again. Upon arrival at the mosque he avoided running into Nasiba, as though ignoring her would build some attraction. He avoided also the same men who threw him out. He kept a low profile and stood on the. At that position, I noticed that the door is slowly opening, my wife's eyes were so I know she didn't noticed the door. When I look at the door while sucking her nipples, I saw a shadow of a man, then when i look at the windows I saw two shadows too. When I stared at the windows, I recognized the face of my two friends, Bert and Dict peeping at us. And at the door is Jerry, trying to open up the door so he could have a better view. I feel so hot that time so I pull my wife's nighties down.