" That's true. You could spank me. I've been a bad, bad girl." That reminds me. I don't spank you nearly enough. Why don't you pulldown yourpanties?" ...re you serious, Madam?" Nah, I'm just goofing. I'm still imagining some fat shriner butt-fucking you in the back of his car." I don't like being butt-fucked." That's because I'm the only one who has done it, and it was withplastic! Once you get used to it, it'll cross your eyes. It'll make youyodel. It'll turn you into a real sissy." I thought I. In a way, it was less exhausting this way, even if he wasn’t in control of the journey. Sometimes they were speeding down a bumpy road on the way to places they shouldn’t be, and his stomach began to summersault like when on a rollercoaster with lots of loops. Other times the ride was smoother and the destination more promising, but it was never his own choice. This powerlessness reminded him of his youth for many different reasons. The idea of freedom is one that is challenged in our younger. I slept on her sofa in the living room. She made coffee in the morning. I did not tell her what I thought of it.“Since we aren’t coming back here again, I’m going to run your coffee through the grounds again.” She looked at me like I was crazy, but she didn’t stop me.As I drank the stronger coffee I said, “If you have the title to your car carry it. Sell the car somewhere in a larger town. Then get a bus or a train to a new place. Next time pick a tombstone that isn’t a family member.”“I wish. “As hard as we work all day long and you are going to tell me now, we have to make our own toast?” Hank said acting shocked.“Want to make your own breakfast tomorrow?” She responded.“I understand making toast is easy, I’m sure we can figure it out.” Hank said, and he grabbed the food and made a move for the door. They could hear her laughter clear out in the yard.The yard, that was another thing Jamie wanted to do this morning, mow. But at that hour he decided it was probably not the best job.