“You can call your brother,” said her mother.On the fifteenth of July, 1963, in a strange role reversal, Moses Finshaw was taken to Flaerty to cat...ch the bus north. The role reversal wasn’t that Moses was riding, while his mother drove the battered old pickup that was jointly owned by the Finshaws and Jesse Hawthorn’s parents. The role reversal was the fact that, in the back, covered by a tarp, nestled among bags of tobacco, was a white girl, escaping to the North by being smuggled out of the. She was hoping he would let her pass in silence. ‘How do you know my name?’ She shot back. She recklessly approached the Jeep, placed her elbows on the door before attempting her verbal attack. ‘I never told you my name. Who the hell are you?’ ‘Come on, Lyss. You know who I am. I’m the only one who knows what’s going on around here. Why don’t you come for a ride? I’ll explain everything. They already know you’re here so it’s just a matter of time.’ ‘What the hell are you talking about Steve? If. She had to use the bathroom and asked me to make sure the roommates weren't back yet. She was not a slut and wasn't about to let anyone else see her.She grabbed my t-shirt and slipped it over her head. The t-shirt never had it so good I thought. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up.I fell asleep and when I awoke she was gone. Her 'Alice in Wonderland' costume also was gone. The only thing left was my t-shirt. I held to my face and could smell her. God, what happened? Why did she leave? I. "I knew you would be a good slut. No real man lets another man touch him like this. You are a sissy fag. A fag who loves cock."I agreed with him wholeheartedly. "Yes Daddy. You know my deepest desires. I want to be your dirty slut, your fag boy. I want to please your big dick."He laughed and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me face first into his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to harden against my face. I heard him whisper, "Take out my cock now. You know what I want slut."I reached up.