I was short on about four weeks’ worth of sleep. When we got into Albany, we got a cab to take us over to Kegs. My car was parked in back and looked...to be in good shape. I didn’t know if Marty had driven it anywhere, but I really didn’t care, either. It just felt good to be back among civilians.Once I was back, I called Marilyn and she drove over to see me. We spent a very enjoyable afternoon and evening at Kegs before she went home the next morning. The plan was that Friday she would come. This is just so embarrassing. I hate to say this, you know, with him being a black man and everything, but I was like starting to like it. Know what I did? I just started lifting my ass up and trying to push myself harder into his face. I was even making these stupid whimpering noises. Talk about embarrassing!"What do you think, Bill? Want to fuck Baily's daughter?" I dimly heard Mr. Wheeler ask Mr. Washington."You come down and taste this sweet little pussy. That ought to make your mind for. I was surprised that the wine had not turned to vinegar and was still pretty tasty. Almost like a dark red Merlot. I had to spend some time at the library, looking at information on how to make wine, so I would be ready when the time came.I applied for a permit to make and sell a limited amount of wine in other non-restricted counties. I think I was probably the first person in the entire region that actually was going to have some legal homemade alcoholic beverage. I ordered two dozen more. Granger was his latest victim,wo just happened to be a White Witch, very active with the local covenSamuel Anderson - Sam to his friends; he did not answer to 'Mr.Anderson', telling everyone "that was my father" - worked here and there,mostly odd jobs such as gardening, shopping, little things that mean alot to certain others.The reward? A warm smile, a thank you, a cup of tea, someone to listen totheir chatter, sometimes to share some company. Sam's inner desire,however, was that he wanted to.