The Dodge averaged 22 mpg over the trip ... and that's not bad.Ed hated Interstates with a passion and that's why they went south on the old roads.Mon...ay June 14th:They left St Johns, Michigan and headed south through Lansing, to Jackson and then across the Ohio border and on to Bryan, Ohio. From Bryan they continued south to Van Wert, Eaton and on into Cincinnati. They crossed the river into Kentucky and drove another half hour to 914 Camel Crossing, Alexandria, KY.They stayed at the. My father died a couple of years after I had been locked up, taken by a surprise heart attack. It really was a surprise. He had always been a fit, strong bloke, but the stress of his only son being locked up for 20 years took its toll on him. My mother then died within 12 months of dad, - of a broken heart my sister always said, - leaving me with just my much-older siblings. My nieces and nephew didn't really want to know about me. They blamed me wholly for the loss of their beloved. There were more black teenagers there – perhaps 10 in all. They laughed and jeered at her. ?The white slut has shit in her pants.?She was taken to what they called the tower. It was a steel poll with a hook near the top and a heavy metal base. Her arms were released from the manacle, she sighed with relief from the horrible pain but then her wrists were tied in front of her and her arms raised over her head by a rope attached to the hook. She was raised until she stood on tip toe. That allows. Then she chuckled.“No, I’m rubbing my clit,” she replied, a smile playing on her lips. “With these two,” she said nodding to her parents, “I don’t get much chance to relax, and pleasure myself, so I take it when I can.”I nodded, feeling sympathy. Clearing my throat, I said, “I find it helps me relax too.”“What, rubbing your clit?” she said, smiling.“Touché,” I replied, genuinely smiling now. “No, masturbating. It helps me unwind from stress, relaxes me, and it’s fun.”“Agreed,” she said. She.