I know of a way to make her talk. Bring her over here and we'll see if Garth can persuade her."The next thing Thea knew, her clothes had been ripped f...om her body and she was being shoved into the cage with Garth. She turned back and desperately pushed against the cage door, but it was being forced shut with the combined strength of the two leering men on the other side. She stared back at them with horror in her eyes as slowly the inevitability of her fate penetrated her anguished mind, then. But after five minutes, he saw that the crowd was too thirsty for his autograph and he walked away. He got into his flashy gold GM and sped away. ‘Wow!’ he thought, ‘the world record.’ He drove a little ways out of town to his trailer. The home of the greatest runner in the world was a ratty white trailer in a mobile home park. He ate on food stamps. But inside the trailer was a prize more valuable than the world’s largest diamond, his girlfriend. Sarah Lamb was the daughter of a rich Eugene. It was a daunting task. His personage was Sibel Betts, wife of Selah Betts of Pawlett, Vermont. Gerald went to the library with a general plan of research, starting with the Betts surname and extending to the town of Pawlett, thence to the state of Vermont and battles of the revolution that were fought within the region. He would track troupe movements and see if he could find the records of surviving soldiers from that region. He knew that one resource would be the Daughters of the American. My name is Tiffany and yes, I hurt my anus anally stimulating myself. It wasn’t like anything I have ever experienced. The anal stimulating was going good. It was AAA ANAL! Triple A anal! My turd cutter was feeling the love. It wasn’t like being some guy in 1942 and saying you are a trumpet player, then pulling out a b flat tight wrap Schilke Cornet. My leather donut felt well stimulated. I mean I generally use it to dispense fecal matter, but various fruits, vegetables, broomsticks, candles.