Honestly, if it hadn’t been for Mikah, I might have moved back into The Haven. I knew my tinkering days were mostly over. To be perfectly honest mos... days I didn’t miss them at all.At that time in my life, my daily work consisted of plugging and unplugging my trike into the battery charger. That and doing my household chores. No wonder I was depressed. Thia tried to get me to go to one of her doctor friends from the Emergency Room. She was sure that he would give me something for clinical. The owner of the farm supply store was a man. He appeared to be in is late in his fifties. Of course it was just a guess.“I’m Chief Rodger from Ansonville,” I said offering him my hand.“I’m Ed Marx. I used to be Big Ed Marx before my heart attack,” he said.“Yeah that does tend to happen. I hope you are okay now?” I asked.“I am. So what can I do for you?” he asked me. I notice Mike began to wander around the store. He stopped to talk to a boy under twenty years old. “To be honest it’s about your. Appointment was taken for the next day, in the evening, at our own room.Later that evening, I enjoyed Ana’s arousal, since she was hornier than a bitch in heat. We fucked again during the whole night long.The following evening, we went to have a couple of drinks at the bar and Anita got more margaritas than necessary, getting a bit fuzzy…We arrived to our room after a light supper, finding these three black guys waiting outside for us. They were handsome, huge and muscled.All of them had a very. Ednesday, January 25 to Friday, January 27, 2006The guard's shift changed at 6am again, just as tersely as the time before. Most importantly, with no mention that I wasn't to be fed breakfast. I crossed my fingers.The time for breakfast came and went. I moved around so he'd hear that I was awake, but I got no response. What was worse, I also got no breakfast.I gave it half an hour, then asked, "Excuse me, is there any breakfast or just a drink of water this morning?" No. No talking."#7: