“‘War is hell!’“ I said. “That was William Tecumseh Sherman, the general who led the ‘March to the Sea’ during the Civil War. He’s non... too popular in Dawsonville! There is a general who WOULD be popular there, who said something similar. ‘It is well that war is so terrible, or we would grow too fond of it.’ That was Robert E. Lee.”“Stephie’s last name was Grant!” Jessica said. “It just dawned on me!”I chuckled, “Yeah. Not exactly a good ‘Southern’ name, given who US Grant was.”“So what you’re. I didn’t bother putting on my cloth as I explored the rest of the brothel. Next came a long hall way with doors on both sides like a hotel, these were the private rooms where clients had their time with the girls. All the doors to the private rooms were open, assuming the killers kicked open the doors one by one. I found most the rooms empty, I only found one body in one of the rooms. I guess most of the girls must have heard the gunshots and ran. The one girl must have locked the door and was. ‘Late, again, ms. Grant!’ A nasally voice said. Caitlin sighed and waited for the attack. ‘This is the second time this week, grant,’ mr. Rijeka stated (Caitlin hated how he pronounced ‘Grant’ – it came out sounding more like toilet) That night, as Caitlin was laying in bed reading a book, she heard a noise. She got up, grabbing her torch. ‘Who’s there?’ She called. Hearing no response she flicked the torch on and went to investigate. ‘Who is it?’ She called again. She did up her nightgown. I closed the door and went to my desk, sitting down I felt sick to my stomach I had 20- 24 pictures in my hands. The first one was a picture of me from over head. I had my foot on the toilet in the girls' room and I was inserting the homemade Kotex cock in myself. There was a picture of myself making the dildo. Then I felt I was going to die when I found the picture of the dressing room under the stage. And saw Ann with the two boys. My mind was racing. To my self I was saying "please, please,.