Still, more than anything else, I loved being held and squeezed to death.Around that time I ran into the new kid from Iowa. No one in the neighborhoo... knew his name. He was referred to as Crazy Farm Boy because all he did was talk about life "back home." He was a little guy with a pretty face, almost like a girl's. He had deep blue eyes and lashes longer than Paula's. When I walked by his house he beckoned me into his back yard. Sure enough, the kid was a bit odd. Given his size I was. While nearly killing me he says "who's name on that ass" I said with a voice full of pain "yours" he said " who run shit around here"( biting his bottom lip and as his eyes say to me you are my bitch, i own you) I said " you do" , by now the pain has eased up and i am beginning to enjoy it, he puts my leg over his shoulder and puts me in the buck. He grips my shoulder and fucked me so hard that my ass hole starts to feel a mile wide. Then something happens i felt a small tingle deep inside my. And this is the property line dating back 200 years ago.” Mr. Logan pulled out another piece of paper. As Mrs. Logan looked at the paper that showed their property and then back to the paper showing the property lines 200 years ago she let out a gasp. “That Lt. Selmer, the one who built this house, He actually owned Mr. Reihnholt’s property.” Mrs. Logan looked up with a start, “You don’t possibly think that Mr. Reihnholt is from a family that Investigator Dermweiler told us about?” Mr.. ”I was still trying to wrap my brain around being discovered and just now started processing what she just said. I couldn’t have heard right, could I?“Ahh, what did you just say?” I asked.Kathy smiled, “I’m pretty sure you heard me correctly.”“But you’re a doctor.. “ I stammered still trying to think straight.“Yes I am, but can you think of a better way for me to see and touch children?” Kathy said very matter of fact.Then in one of those moments where your mouth moves faster than your brain I.