She knew that drinking in binges as she did and coupling these bouts with barbiturates or whatever she could score would kill her one way or another. ...hat she couldn't work out was why. She also couldn't work out why she let herself descend into depravity in these sodden states, or why she should feel the need."I guess I am messed up Dave." She finally had admitted it to someone. Her life was a sham and a confluence of mixed up emotions that probably needed a trained analyst to sort out. She. And occupied at the moment. After we toured the town and stopped at the boat yard to look at the collection of sailboats Charlie had bought for his kids to learn how to sail, we were on the road again Just the three of us ... and my memories.The new roads have taken all the fun away from traveling. Michigan is industrial in the middle and deserted on the edges; in the winter, anyway. From about Michigan 57 north it’s pretty barren. A lot like Holland; bedroom communities for the big cities and. Even that was to be largely denied however as twice during the night, she awakened to find him either on top of her or with his phallus embedded in her rectum and she was forced to satisfy him before drifting off once again.The next morning, after servicing Big Daddy yet again, Maria dragged herself from bed and fixed his breakfast. Thankfully, he had some business downtown and was gone most of the day, giving her tired aching body a chance to rest while she slept until mid afternoon. He had. They had no running water, and only had the meager food stores left in the houses. The good news was that they could probably last for at least a couple of weeks by drinking water from water heaters and toilet tanks and eating the limited supply of food. In addition, there were plenty of houses and furniture that they could burn to keep warm--if we let them live that long.“You have five minutes to surrender or you will die,” I shouted in much-rehearsed but still badly butchered Arabic,.