No pain... not even your body. All that exists is pleasure." It looks like sensory exhaustion," said Ron.Judy looked at him with a very confused exp...ession on her face, and he continued. "In laymen's terms, 'You fucked her brains out.' She is so overloaded on endomorphins and endorphins right now from the pain and the pleasure sensations that her brain has basically shut down." Do you mean she is high on pain and pleasure?" Actually..." Ron paused as if he was going to explain further, but. Those were the good old days, but her dad was gone now and it was up to her to carry on the family business. After only a few moments of rest, Danielle looked up, and spotted her truck through the white misty clouds that streamed from her dry lips. That was encouraging, but the daylight was fading fast and there would be time enough to rest after she got the gear into the truck. With an audible grunt, she hoisted herself to her feet, and though every muscle in her body ached, the thought of. The directions to the farm started with "Once you leave the blacktop...". A lot happened in 1970 just across the state line into Virginia. Mom and Pop didn't care much about what happened outside the county except for the commodity prices. It was the year I was born. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Turner. I learned a lot by watching my dad and Uncle Walt fix everything on the farm that needed fixin'. By the time I went to high school in Beverley Springs I could milk a cow, plow a row, frame in. It was Jack who roared the loudest this time. ‘This is our territory Nick, you want my daughter, but you’re going to have the fight of your life on your hands. You never saw what the bayou holds, but I will tell you this, you are alligator feed if you come near us again.’ They heard the roar of the truck and then saw it as it fled the parking lot, almost taking out an incoming car. Dave was out the door and in the parking lot starting his Harley and heading out to be sure of their escape route.