"I'll smashyour fucking skull in! I'll hack your arms and legs off! Fuckingcunt!"My head start was shrinking. The teacher and would-be murderer was on...y heels, and I already expected either an explosion of shattering,incapacitating pain or a sudden plummet into the final darkness at anysecond. I felt a surge of despair as I realized that the outside doorwas too far. I would never make it. Lough only had to close thedistance a little more, take a couple of extra fast steps, andeverything would. Since we were told you would be here a while, we're going back home."The men took me to their small station where I was thoroughly briefed about the eleven escapees and the location where they were holed up. It was thought from the way the shack was built, that it was built over a natural cave. Depending on how deep the cave was, we could be fighting the entire battle only to lose them inside."Is there any documentation about this cabin and who may have lived there before?"One of the men said,. He was confused. He had gotten his best sex in a while and she seemingly forgot. She said that the new guy rammed and stretched her so much that her swollen pussy was numb. What about me? He wondered. She told him he could do anything he wanted, she was his wife. He told her he had already fucked her in the night. She replies that she passed out and all she remembers is bumping stomachs in the night. He is totally humiliated. He realized that the other dates are so much bigger than him that she. I desperately wanted to read it myself, but of course, dared not. Leaving the train, I practically ran the mile or so home and melted onto my bed, paper in hand and began to stare at every word on every page till they burned my retinas. Here it was. Here they were. Gays. Queers. Pansies. Poofs! Back then, all those words were used about my kind so often that we used them about ourselves! But one thing was clear, the 'gays' in that newspaper were loud, proud and real. They were living their.