I had to be Tonya Darling when I received the fancy completion paper. Apparently, the proof was needed of the excellent work the institute provided to...wayward women, getting them back on track to deal with the real world you know.I had to be Tonya again when heroine infiltrated the institute and they needed to know its source. I spent almost a month in a cell block trying to figure it out. I could have informed the institute sooner but the lesbians in the block would hold orgies and I loved to. This was going to be good. 3:36 P.M Cameron whistled as he got back to his office, securing a new client always put him in a good mood. He should call Kristen into his office so that she could give him a congratulatory blow job. He figured that he would do that after he checked his email. He saw that Josie sent him a message. He groaned because she loved to send him pictures of expensive things that she wanted. He was nothing but a walking ATM to his stepdaughter. He opened it just to make. " Will he sell to us for quartermaster paper?" Ewell asked hopefully."Not a chance," she said, beginning to look impatient."Y'all might have a fire, y'know," Corporal Freeman said innocently, glancing at me. "Hate to see that big barn ablaze." That a threat?" asked the lady, who I supposed was well under forty years, thirty-five I guessed, a woman and not a girl. I mentally undressed her."No'm," the corporal said. "We'll be back." He tugged on my elbow and nodded toward the door. I hated to. The baby girl, whom the proud parents named Christine, was born six months after the elopement. No honest person could say Janice, Paul and Jessie's daughter, didn't really try to make the union work, but her husband was impossible. He was handsome; not even her father would deny that, but lazy and totally good for nothing. He never held a job for more than a few weeks, and the most strenuous thing he did during the entire time they were married was to repeatedly lift cans of beer, all paid for.