When she was alone I asked my wife about the release form and she told me that all of the women last Friday had signed one giving us ownership of all ...ictures and video taken that night and permission to do whatever we wanted to do with them. She said that we could sell copies or post them on the Internet if we wanted too. Interesting! I did however ask her to try to keep it down to just twenty people. I got a kiss and a pat on my pecker before she giggled and went in the other direction.Soon. Mike once again shook Sarah, this time by the shoulder. “Excuse me miss. Wake up. It’s almost the last stop.”He shook her several times before she responded sleepily “what?”“End of the line miss. Can we help you get anywhere?”“I...” her voice trailed, she was not fully regaining consciousness just yet.Dave reached for her small “Miss, I’m not taking your things, I just want to see if I can find out where you live” He said this as he rifled though her wallet for some ID with an address. Turns. Poverty or war, oppression, death or global obliteration. Beyond the pretty red heads with nicer ass’ that will come out of nowhere and catch your eye. When the last bucket of dirt is poured on either your grave or mine. Will you still be there?’ He stopped and looked at her seriously as she spoke. Her blonde eyebrows jerked around excitedly as they often did from beneath a wool cap. She had clearly thought about this for some time. Silence enveloped the two as they stood looking at each other,. . Hobo JimmyThis one's for Pop.Back in the day, I was known as Boxcar Jack. And... , I reckon I crisscrossed back and forth, from East to the West, across this great country more timesthan even I care to remember.In those days, when I rode an old freight train into a town, I made my home on the outskirts of the railroad yards along with all the other hobos. There, you would always find an odd assortment of characters; some of them unsavory, others were ilk of the finest kind. These ramshackle.