What I hadn’t known was that the business was smuggling dope. In the eyes of the court, being the Money Man equaled being the kingpin. It would be a...other 20 years before I could hope to return to my life. When that day came, I would be an old, old man. Until then, I would have to be content with my nightly escape of the six by nine concrete room, when I sought the comfort of the cabin in my dreams. In the dream, as the shadows lengthened and wrapped around the trees, mingling with the growing. "Well I think if Callie and Jeanette really wanted it, I'd say yes, I mean they are my girls, unless you wanna count you," John replied.Then we all laughed, I wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but I thought I'd bite."Well I think maybe sometime I would like to have sex with Jeanette. I mean if it is a bucket list item, then why not?" I asked."You are serious, you wanna fuck me?" Jeanette asked."I think so. You have B-cups, but I'd do it, even though you are a sweet and somewhat bitchy young. His prick was small well short maybe 5" Yet thick as a beer can bulbous and veiny , She slowly started licking the tip as he ran his filthy hands through her auburn hair. An evil called to me as I began to fondle my pocket knife. My rage was almost blinding. I stepped out into the hallway thoughts raceing.I took a deep breath. Fondling my knife I felt my flip phone and got a devilish idea. Entering the bath room once more I began to take pictures of my mothers fall from grace her infidelity.. The rain came down in swirling spats and swept through the entire length of the wagon. Then it would stop and the sky would change color, becoming brighter, promising a bit of sunny respite from the chill. Then the sky would become angry again and spit more rain down for the wind to blow through the wagon.Katrina was wrapped in a heavy blanket now damp from the uncertain weather. She sat, partially sheltered, behind the seat of her common-law husband, Gyorgy Gyoffrysun. (George Jefferson?.