. unnerved. “Here I was on my hitchhiking adventure. It was late September, fall was coming on fast, and I was thinking about heading south because ...he weather was getting bad. I was passing through central Kansas, meeting more of these little churches who had adopted the ideology of West Texas.” A smile crossed my lips. I squirmed on the couch, feeling the eyes of the studio audience, and the world watching live over the internet, on me. “Those rural Christians really liked having me breed. So onto what i have just done, as i say i`ve been getting more daring as the weeks go by taking pics in the park, walking down the park lane in my stockinged feet etc, one morning i`m sure i was caught by a guy taking a shortcut to his work, and he saw me putting my trainers back on and must have seen a sheer nylon foot being hidden away.Anyway i`m off work and up late 2 a.m and my lady was in bed so i thought i`d put my favorite american tan tights under my trackies and take the dog for a walk. Tears stream down my face, I cry and sob. Nobody comes to comfort me. Time passes and I drift into a dreamless sleep.I wake up as I hear the bar from the heavy wooden door removing, and the squeal of the hinges as it opens. I crouch into the corner, back away from the Guards when they enter my cell. They urge me to come with them; I know where they will bring me and what is going to happen there. No, I can't go with them. My fingers clamp at the stones on the floor of my prison, try to grab. Oh, God..." She wept. "I wish you'd just yell at me and get it over with 'cuz that's what I deserve. I don't deserve this. Please don't leave me!" I'm not leaving," he replied. "You might throw me out, but I'm not leaving. Tell me the whole story, Molly. We'll figure this out." He patted the sofa. "Sit beside me. I'll give you a hug if you need one..."She sat beside him. He put his arm around her and she leaned against him. "Oh, Ben ... Please..." I'm the one who insisted you patch things up.