Bowmanville seems to be getting built up too much and people are taking on that city attitude of looking the other way at kids doing drugs and especia...ly as one "citizen" spat at me, "who cares about one more drunken Indian girl!" I care and I hope that if you are reading my journal that YOU CARE. She must NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. I loved her like a daughter.Tears stained the page.Today on this wonderful autumn day I am heading down Dale Road to that, sometimes, make-out spot to search for evidence. I reported my first day after school, and knew this was going to be a long and boring two weeks. the only good thing about it was that I would be able to look at the hot library assistant Miss Jackson for a couple weeks. She was cute and friendly about 25, had graduated college but not yet passed her state tests to be an English teacher so she had to take a job in the library until she could teach.She was cute about 5" 2' maybe 120 pounds with long black hair that she kept in a bun, medium size. “Only ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress,’ or I might find new elements to your punishment.”The whip sting of words bringing focus back.“Y..Yes, Mistress!”Tension released from her head.A shuffling of items soon filled the room.“I see my bitch is already leaking quite badly. Such an undisciplined cunt.”“Yes, Mistress.”Shame filled her.For failing.For craving.“Worry not, dear bitch. I will help you learn.”Clop, clop, clop...Drawing nearer to the bitch.An sudden insertion into her cunt.Tension. Jack smiled and went back to the stove to flip the steaks over and turn the potatoes over. He set the table and went out to get more wood from the pile by the cabin, and to refill the water bucket so Ariel could wash up when she woke up. As he was walking back to the cabin, he looked over toward the trail. He had heard hoof beats of an approaching horse coming quickly. He stood there watching for a moment, before Andy came riding into the clearing on his black gelding, Apollo."Hey Andy! How are.