The only contact I have had with him is though mother and some letters. I’m sorry now I didn’t try to see him. I should have when I went to live w...th my friend.”“You can make it up to him after today.”“I sure have a screwed up family, don’t I?”“I wouldn’t call Gram screwed up and I don’t see as you are too bad. I think you are a keeper if you don’t change that much. Let’s see what tomorrow and your father will bring.”Wendy was jumpy and nervous at breakfast. The prison was sixty miles away and. Well that and a good fuck is good for me.So getting off with the canteen manager would cover both bases.The canteen manager at work is in her late thirties and probably quite a looker if she made an effort.She had a nice pair of big tits which was good enough for me.I saw her waiting by the bus stop one day and pulled over,asking her if she wanted a lift.She got in and we fell into chatting.After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at. Her sense of pity was short-lived because the tales of rape and torture endured by the travelers to the paths of the Son of God seemed to hit into every village and home inside the realm. Her mother’s two sisters had been subjected to unspeakable indignities right out in public whilst the supposed authorities of the foreign powers laughed at the sight. They even encouraged their subjects to further outrageous displays of inhumane treatment of innocent and defenseless faithful. The pilgrims. “Sam, I had the nicest time! If only we weren’t being manipulated into this by Ben and Brenda...”I kept silent for a moment, but nodded slowly. After some thought, I volunteered, “You know Linda, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, tonight. I’d really rather you were with me of your own choice. Maybe, we could get together when we weren’t being pushed around by...” I let my words trail off.She stopped me, turned me to her, and embraced me. “No, now I really want to follow through.