All I know was it felt amazing! to the point that I didn't want to stop. But, as I'm satisfying my tingly itch, I notice my little dic always would st...ffen up and intensify my feelings to the point that I would stop and try to ignore that tingly itch, but easier said than done, but the more I ignored that tingly itch, it just intensified more to the point that I wanted to find something a little bigger than the drum stick. So I ventured out to the tool shed to see what I could find and there. Matucket had three exits off I-20, one for East Matucket, one for Matucket, and one on the west side of town, near West Springs. I got on at the main Matucket ramp and headed east.Just then Dad’s cell phone beeped. He pulled it out, looked at the display, and smiled. “Hi, Dad. What’s up...” I kept an eye on the road, but I listened to the conversation between Dad and Grandpa. “No ... not doing anything, but I can’t come over. I’ve got Junior Johnson with me and we’re running moonshine over to. It hurts Mistress! Thank you." Pfffft...."*WHIPCRACK**CCC-CRACK CCC-CRACK CCC-CRACK*Anastasia had learned much about her charge over the last severalmonths. Thousands of articles and bios had been written about this man,but none of them truly shined a spotlight on him. Not in the way a cropand a cat-o'-nine-tails could. Not when you make someone thirst for youhopelessly the way Jake did for her. No reporter or biographer could dothat.Jake was a terrible husband and father. No surprise for a man. "Are those long shears still in the utility room?" Yes they are. I know right where they're at. Why? What do you have in mind?" asked Rhonda."Go and get the shears and bring them back here to me. Then, I want you to go up to the veranda and keep Terri occupied with some of your "sparkling" conversation, okay?" Okay, I guess, but be careful. Mark warned you not to cause any problems." Don't worry about Mark. I can handle him. Remember now, when you're talking to Terri, try to keep one eye on me..