Blood gushed from my father's head, from the crack in his skull. The splintered bone protruding from his broken arm was stained red."Dad! Dad!" I crie... out.He didn't move. I touched his shoulder. Still no movement. I rolled him onto his back and stared at his chest. No movement there either. I placed a trembling finger under his nose and waited. Nothing. No air. No breathing. I pressed my fingers against the side of his neck praying for a pulse. Nothing. I moved my fingers to other areas. Maybe. Each of them were paired up and had to pull a sulky together. Their hands were cuffed behind them, and they each grabbed one of the wooden shafts of a big wagon. My mom was paired up with Barbara. They were both strapped in together, and they had to act as a team to pull the wagon up an incline and then all the way to the gate. It was a lot of fun watching the competition.I consoled Pony Doris for losing. “This seems like it would have been your jam!” I said to her. “You practice all the time,. After brushing it out, I looked in the mirror and saw all of me for the first time that day. I even shocked myself!"I would say that Ken's son Greg was right Linda, you are hot!"What could I say that even resembled humble? I did look hot, and I was sure that I would cause quite a stir when I walked into the party, especially with the girls. No matter what some of them did, they could never look like this, no matter how hard they tried. Mom gave me a red purse, then, a brand new wallet, which. I can be extra super duper, on the highest pole of wanting to fuck and when masturbating she won’t burst. The masturbation in the car was bizarre, fun, exciting, a rush, scary although in the dark, I thought I was sick, crazy, needed counseling, everything was running in my mind. I even started thinking about those who are voyeurs. Gosh people, not sure it’s healthy but who gives a fuck, it was fun. Being seated with pants, my hand wouldn’t reach my total surface clit for a fast speed rub.