She wasn't driving drunk, you were. Don't you think killing her was punishment enough for her already?" I didn't kill her, she was in an accident, and...she died. Don't go around saying that I killed her."I had had enough of that asshole. Christ! It isn't like we were having a difference of opinion about correct semantics or something. The girl was dead as a direct result of Walter driving while drunk, and flipping my truck over, on a road where no one else was driving.How did he expect to. I couldn’t stop cumming.”He smirked at her. “That’s no excuse.” He slapped her hard on her round ass again and she moaned slightly and squeezed the pump again. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her upright into His arms. He whispered softly into her ear “you’ll use those fuck holes as you’re instructed. They belong to Me.” Hearing this, the slow burn she felt deep inside began rising again. She turned slightly and saw Him grinning at her and knew she wasn’t in any real trouble.He. Theplane began to fly erratically. I could see Calvin fightingwith the controls more than ever with little to no avail.We were doomed. By that time, our altitude had droppedconsiderably, and we were headed for a crash landing at seain a violent storm.Calvin was able to crash the plane with enough control togive us time to get the life raft deployed. Reed and I werein the raft when I looked to see the plane starting to sinkinto the water. Calvin had made it out, but Martin wasstuck. Against, all. He would go and talk to the fishermen as well as the farmer in a fifty miles radius and try to buy from them - at a low price - some of the surplus that their garden produced or the excess harvest from the sea in the case of fishermen. He would buy everything that could be canned. He had his own brand name for the many products that he processed and sold to the stores throughout New England and as far south as Florida. As his business prospered he bought a new plant and he began to produce.