As those who have read the previous chapters know, as well as those who have read my blog posts about this, the closer I've gotten to an actual relati...nship with her, the more I've been uncertain about how long I would keep this story/journal thing going.Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymore to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably. I was born a boy in a typical suburb. My parents had married withoutthe consent of their family members. My father passed away when I wasstill to be born so, I never saw him. My mom who is a very arrogantlady refused to seek help of the relatives and by herself has beentaking care of the family.Instead, my mom and several of other single mothers, who were liberalthinkers, had formed a sort of organization, which for practicalreasons lived in the same colony. The organization had also founded. I know that within half an hour mom will be in her room. So I told Jonny to keep patience for sometimes. He was so egger because I discussed lot of things about mom.After an hour we went to momma’s bedroom. Room was locked from inside. Window was also locked. Now days I used to watch their sex from top of the ventilator, which was in back of room.We just stand on a desk. It was really tough to stand both of us on same desk, but there were no more options available to us. We managed and can do. The contractors hadn't been as kind as the campers had been. They had obviously parked several car and truck in the field and even driven them up to the cabins. I loaded my cell phone pictures of the contractor's abuses, then called the colonel."I thought I would send you some pictures of the contractors work so far," I said when I got him on the phone. I sent pictures of the rutted field and ruts leading to the cabins.The walls of the cabins had been wood siding half up then screen wire to the.