I spent most of the past week in Bowmanville asking around where my sister and her friends hung out. Bowmanville seems to be getting built up too much...and people are taking on that city attitude of looking the other way at kids doing drugs and especially as one "citizen" spat at me, "who cares about one more drunken Indian girl!" I care and I hope that if you are reading my journal that YOU CARE. She must NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. I loved her like a daughter.Tears stained the page.Today on this. Sophie spread lubricant all over it then Karla climbed back up onto the pedals. She eased herself down onto the glistening ugly knob of the 9-inch long, 2-inch diameter, bumpy latex monster. She grimaced a little as she forced herself down upon it. Then suddenly a smile of relief lit up her face. Karla stood straight-legged on the pedals then pushed with her left leg, which in turn caused her pussy to slide down the stationary great shaft. When the pedal crank reached the bottom of its travel,. And she was the person who save my life and almost lost hers in the process. She was abandoned on the streets!" Ginny wailed.Witness followed witness. Mike Chapman testified and introduced the photographs of Susan taken at Ginny's by the press photographer. The pictures clearly showed both the lacerations and the bullet wounds. He stressed that it was over four years after the event.John Roberts told of the operation to remove the bullets from Susan's body and how the bullet removal had been. Yes, there it was."Mmmmmmmm, that's better," she cooed."Aunt Margaret?" Yes, darling?" Oh, nothing." Don't these trunks bind you while you're rowing?" She half turned, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist band. Billy stared down at her in amazement. She moved so she could push his knees together and began to work his trunks down. "Sit up so I can slide them off over your bottom," she laughed, really drunk with the brandy now. She plainly didn't give a damn what Billy or the world thought..