They are coming for me now. I've had my last meal, my first good mealsince I entered this place three years ago. I've prayed with the chaplainand said...my last goodbyes and made my will. I've seen three others go tothe chair since I was sent here; one fought for his life until theytazered him into submission. Here we go, the Last Mile, six guards on allsides. And there it is, the swap chair, looking very much like theelectric chair of old. All too soon I am strapped into it, glaring at. Angel his voice a bit more stern. She looked toward the ground, inhaling on the cigarette in her mouth before reaching up and pulling it out, and flicking the filter to knock off the loose ash. Come on girl she saw him nod and tilt his head out of the corner of her eye, ushering her to follow. She took another hit from her cigarette before smothering it out on the bottom of her boot. She pushed herself away from the brick wall and followed him. Her hands back in her pockets, she followed him. " I said handing my knapsack to the barmaid."Sure. Of course. Thank you." The Barmaid smiled and touched my hand. "My daughter Helga can get you saddled the horse." I nodded and headed after her through the back to the small stables that housed the horses of guest staying at the tavern. Helga told me that her brother typically ran the stables but she knew enough to get the horse ready. The old stallion looked like he had seen better days and was in no shape to pull a wagon or work the fields. She giggled on seeing this and said why men get aroused on seeing girls thighs and cleavage .i said that this cannot be explained because you are my sister. By 12 noon we reached our estate, the coorga opened the gate and gave a brisk salute. We reached the bungalow and went to our rooms to open the tank and fresh up. The caretaker carried the luggage and beer cartoons .after freshen up we went for our meals. It was a delicious meal with wild chicken, rabbit, and some birds. I drank rum (army).