I started with general chit chat, loosening her tongue, softening her up for the questions I had, I wanted to know what life was like for a meth cooke... and his family.She handled my general questions, no problem but when I asked about Denny, her husband’s name had been Denny all she’d say was that he was an evil man, vile and hateful, truly Beelzebub of the Bible. She shut off and started to sob.I stood and rubbed her back, “You’re safe here Cassie, nobody’s gonna hurt you.”She stood and hugged. This is dumb01-15-2012So I got shipped off to a new foster home today this make 14 homes thisyear no one wants me and I don't want them01-17-2012Ms. Ginger is my new "mom" what a bitch she expects me to do house workand go to school I break her fast i'll be out of her by next week1-27-2012This bitch is tougher then I thought she but a damn GPS locator on mywrist and I can't get it off for nothing and if I don't go to school or domy chores I get time in the hole I think camp Blackwood can't be. "But the homeless I'm talking about, for the most part, aren't ready to end their homelessness." Some rules would be necessary, Ridley," David said."I know, but we could keep the rules to a minimum." One rule should be: only homeless allowed," Danny said. "That rule would give them a sense of pride." Yep," Ridley said and patted Danny's hand. "You picked a good assistant, David."Danny grinned, took Ridley's hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "You also picked a good charity operative,. Later at the dinner table, she sat across the table from me and at some time during the meal I felt her foot on mine. It wasn't long before I noticed she was staring at me and our eyes locked. Her foot went up my pants leg and she was rubbing my leg. It took me a minute to realize that her movements were no accident. I ran my foot up her leg too. We just smiled at each other between all the cross conversations. Here was this cute brunette about a third my age coming on to me. After dessert and.