I think its my lips that make me smile but i could be wrong. I'm proud I don't have a job, gives me time to help out some poor k**s that don't have a ...ather. k**s are the ones who will be here when we are dead and we need them to be smart and do the right thing. I love helping people and being kind to anyone in need, I spend most of my time working for people for free, cause I have more money then I could spend in three life times. my dad died and left me alot of money but that's a story for. Jeff was closely around her as they worked that day. She saw him stare often and had flashed upper thigh several times until she sat flashing a quick glimpse under her dress. “Jeff, you know what's under my dress”, she giggled “I'm a 34 year old half girl”. He grinned “yeah but you're still a girl”, she replied “old enough to be your mom”! She leaned forward, he peered down her top grinning “those are real”, laughing she answered “everything below is too”. Jeff smiled “let me see”, grinning. Morgan was crying, shaking, quivering. “Get the Fuck UP.” “I can’t, please, it is hard to move.” There were dull thumps as they kicked the helpless teen. “Get Up Now.” Morgan struggles to her feet.The white guy piled up some tires to the right height and the black guy threw the teen girl over the tires face down, her butt in the air her head hanging down. “AGGHHH.” The white guy pulled the bitch by her cuffed arms toward her head. “What’s you name slut?” “Morgan Sir.” Replied Morgan. ’ ‘I doubt that.’ She pouted. ‘I can’t tell you more, but this is a bad idea, a very bad idea. No good can come of you blithering off the train at this time.’ Of the many times that I have taken this trip, I have always met interesting characters on the way to the dinning car. Of those times, it seems like going to breakfast brings out the most interesting of these characters. This morning was to be no different except in the range of strange that I confronted. I twisted open the door latch.