A couple of days later he was killed in a car crash. It was a head on collision with a car that crossed the centerline. The only thing is that they ne...er found the driver of the other car.”“My mom didn’t attend the funeral and she had him buried in an unmarked grave off to the edge of the town cemetery. She said that he is buried by a mess of bushes in the dog walking area so he can be pissed on daily.”“She also told me that they had been trying to find me, but were unsuccessful and after a. That was why she wore T-shirts and pants most of the time. 'They should turn down the damned airco, ' she thought. 'Talk about waste... Talk about the environment!'Linda looked around, wondering how many people had been interrogated in that stark room. It would be poor people for the most part. So much injustice was committed by cops and the so-called legal system, or so she had heard, but that impression was nothing compared with the real thing, the brutality of it all. She had been brought to. Like her drawers, the wardrobe was mostly empty, a few plain dresses and some clothes that no longer fitted. One item stood out, encased in clear protective wrapping. A bright white silk and lace wedding dress.Just looking at it made him hard. He had seen it before; in fact it was impossible to avoid anything wedding related in the house at the moment. Next to the dress was another hangar with a protective cover. This was his suit. His mother did not trust him not to get it dirty before the. When I moved to Dallas at age 15, the house I lived in didn't have a pole so I had to hump the floor to masturbate. I would ride my bike to an abandoned model home and inside I found that I could hump a wall that divided the bathtub from the toilet. I hung a sheet that I found there on it and would take off all of my clothes and hump it until I came. I wanted so bad for someone to catch me while I was doing it. I would imagine a guy would secretly watch me humping the wall and then the next.