These are the stories of the men and women who made a difference during those dark days, and shaped history. It's also about those who had to face the...r deepest, darkest problems and what they gained from conquering them. It's a place of second chances, hope, and peace. The name of this town is Andersonville.Andersonville 26 - Hate crimesWritten by Kelly Davidson 1126 Edited by Geoff, NelsonThis story is dedicated to Laura Darlene Lansberry. A good friend who I'll miss talking with over the. "But apparently he has seen me in Church and Mrs Ledbetter apparently asked mother if it would be a welcome advance." And is it?" Marian asked, finally releasing her friend's hands and turning towards the open fire so that Victoria would not see the water welling in her eye."Why of course." Victoria blurted. "The Ledbetter's are quite wealthy, apparently the late Mr Ledbetter made his fortune in the cotton industry somewhere up north." And now his son spends it in the south." Marian said, not. I knew I was aroused and once again Jon's soldier was at attention. "So, making new friends sweetheart?" the voice came from behind us as we were looking towards the water and when I turned to look the first thing I saw was cock! To this day I have never seen anything like it and believe me when I tell you I have seen quite a few cocks up close. It took me at least thirty seconds to remove my gaze from Derrick's crotch. It was hanging there literally ¾ to his knees. I think it was nearly ten. When one Monday I had just got home from a gymnastics session when my dad called me Into the living room where my mum and siblings were also sitting. At first, I thought I was in trouble or it was some sort of intervention. I sat down on a beanbag still wearing my leotard with my leggings on top ( just so my dad wouldn't complain about me wearing nothing but my leotard again) my dad then announced that him and my mum would be taking a weekend away to visit my mum's parents who lived in the.