‘Yeah, I feel normal. I’m twenty-four years old and I’m single because I’m in love with my dead father. I’m sure it happens all the time,’...Glinda said with a sigh. Jean didn’t know what to say. Glinda sighed. ‘It isn’t that I’m actually in love with him, really. I don’t know what I am. Because I didn’t really have much of a mother, well, I depended on him. Everything about my past is so strange. I just miss him. I miss the good part of my life.’ ‘Well, how about making the best of the life. When she opened the door the dark haired woman stepped in and closed the door behind her, without saying a word she kissed Danielle deeply forcing her tongue into her mouth Danielle moaned as the woman's hand pinched her nipples. Danielle could feel the wetness start to seep through her panties " Damn, this is hot" thought Danielle. All Danielle wanted was to feel this woman's tongue on her hot pussy, maybe it would put out the raging fire between her legs. Without saying a word they moved to. He’d accepted the job on the spot, and the job meant a move back to the town. Danny had talked excitedly about the prospect of moving back. I listened, rapt in his voice. He asked me if I’d help him find a flat to rent until he could get something more permanent. “You could move in here with me.” The words tumbled out. I felt myself reddening. Danny had looked at me quizzically. “I guess I could, for a while. I’m not a big fan of sleeping on couches,” he looked at my battered two seater.. The simple truth was that the southern colonies had vast resources of food, arms and manpower to contest the British invasion and the loyalty to the King was only as real as the ability of the British forces to maintain control and convince the majority that they would be the ultimate winner in the war for freedom. It was up to the masses of people in residence in those states to either support the Patriot cause or to scurry over and join the British forces to defeat the Continental Army as.