We quickly became close friends.Mike and I found that when we played together, we liked privacy. A lot of our time, for instance, was spent building "...forts" and "defending" them from the other kids. What we really enjoyed was curling up inside of them, talking for hours. Sometimes this would be nothing more than some bushes in the field next to his house. In the winter, we'd hollow out a mound of snow, creating a sort of igloo, where we'd pass the afternoon. Other times, we'd construct. Some of the men were real jerks because some were yelling, "Strip the bitch!" Somebody else yelled out, "Fuck the bitch!!" Brenda said as she stooped down and grabbed the front of my dress, "Look here, boys, Linda hates wearing panties. You know why she hates wearing panties, boys?" They all yelled out different things. As she raised up the front of my dress, she said, "She doesn't wear them because it makes it easier for her to go out and fuck great men like you."As she said that last part she. She looked at his three colleagues just visible further away from the door. They were the same three men he usually hung around with.Shorty was watching the door, at least Shorty was the nickname she had given him; Smiler was examining the flowers growing along the front of the house. While Georgy Peorgy sat on the low garden wall and wiped the ever-present perspiration from his brow.They did not appear threatening. In fact, they looked bored. Louise made a decision and opened the door. She. .. from the south and those good ole' suthern boys brought their hobbies with them. One of those pleasurable hobbies was hanging the poor southern black man who looked with lust in his heart upon their fine upstanding white pussy. When that black man came north looking for the same El Dorado and looking for that same magic he was competing with another good old boy ... a suthern white boy.Light pole decoration.1950 was the peak; a hundred thousand shy of two million. In 1956 Toyota offered the.