“I have one of these blow-up c***dren wading-pool. Let’s have him lie in there while we pee on him so he can really wallow in our urine. I heard s...me commotion, tables being moved in the kitchen, something being blown up, the women giggling, glasses being filled up again and again.“Here we go” said Lady Melissa as she pulled me by the collar over to the wading pool. My handcuffs were removed and reattached to my wrists but in front this time.“Lie on your back with your head in the pool” said. It wasn't my fault, it was an..." before I could finish the sentence Miriam lost it and screamed at me. "You're blaming me? It was your fault–it wasn't my fault – I'm not to blame, I'm not to blame!"Her eyes were wild and staring, like a crazed person, and spittle sprayed from her mouth. She became quite hysterical and started beating her fists on my chest; I'd never seen Miriam in such a state. I had always thought her flashes of temper were an aberration to her normal, calm placid self – but. ”Michael turned Jane around and looked into her doe eyes.“Jane, what happened?”“Ashley slept with my boyfriend at the time, George. He was my first boyfriend – my first kiss. And she slept with him – just to spite me. Just to show me that I didn’t matter. How do I know that? Because she had made a video. That’s right, she had a video of her sleeping with George, not that he knew he was being recorded, and she sent it to me with a caption how she got further with George in one night than I had. .. sure there’s a hell of a fine if you’re caught ... the gods were with us and all the bridges were open for motor traffic and all the State truck scales were closed. The Highway patrol had either just left the restaurant or were in shift change. The rumor of our passing became a state legend.66 North to 31 is not necessarily the shortest route to 31, but the shorter route had the weakest bridges, the tightest turns and the nosiest local cops.Not exactly known for making the smartest.