Considerin' what the Democrats had ta offer, I planned ta support Grant.The problem wuz that the Ku Klux Klan wuz alive an' well in Missouri an' tryin... ta keep Grant from bein' elected. Since nearly all nigger men could vote and not all of the White male population could, yet, the KKK wuz tryin' ta intimidate the niggers ta keep them from votin' fer Grant. Rarely, this involved friendly persuasion, but mostly it involved physical threats against a man an' his family. The Army wuz out in force. And it continued throughout the day, no matter how normal things seemed to be between the both of us. She and I had lunch, went to a few stores, and ended up at the music hall around seven in the evening. We were there to watch and listen to a performance by a local college choir and orchestra. It was a kind of semi-formal event, where the guests were expected to wear something nice. This is where the main portion of the story continues:It was at the event that I lost control, as any man may. My heel didn't make much of a dent in the hard pack of the desert floor, but I'd scraped enough to make a little hidey spot for the Glock. Two handfuls of dirt covered it up enough. Not that they'd be looking at that, I hoped. They'd never see it.Adopting the tiredest pose I could think of, I shouted feebly at the door. "O-la, O-LA inside the hacy-en-da." Fortunately, I could remember the pigeon Mexican that most Texas red-necks sounded like. I was perfectly fluent in Mexi-Spanish, but this. She feltviolated with blood in her anus and her vagina. The guy was still asleep.Her mouth was hurting too. She decided to get dressed, quickly, and leavebefore the guy wakes up.She got a taxi and got the taxi guy to drive her to the hotel whereStephanie was. Stephanie was awake, so they talked for about 2 hours.Candy told her about morphing to Max. Stephanie said it was the alcohol. The drink has both alcohol and major heavy metals. Combine together hassome bad effects. Candy listen to.