True, they were going to harvest all of my organs and in essence, let medie on the table. But it still gave me a slight bit of comfort knowingthat som...how...I would live on, even if it was through others.I realized that in only a few short hours, I would be no more. I couldaccept that. Slowly I ground out my cigarette and flipped the butttoward the wall, if I had only tried to do some good with my lifeinstead of being a hard ass...maybe I would have amounted to something.I leaned against the. I haven’t tasted these cookies for many years. I know they happen to be a closely kept clan secret. They’re only made for special occasions, and then the rules are only their maker can offer them to you to take away.”Marcella sits up, “What’s that, mother? The person who offers them to you to take away has to have made them?” Her mother nods yes. “But he’s only a boy, about nine or ten years old!”Her father sits up while saying, “A ten year old boy’s offering you a job?” She nods yes. He gives. The police said to prepare for the worst. So, I had to go down to Goodwill to get all of her clothes back.Compliments of LarryOne hot summer day, Bruce came to town with his dog, tied it under the shade of a tree, and headed into the pub for a cold one.Some 20 minutes later, a cop entered the bar and asked, "Who owns the dog tied under that tree outside... ?"Bruce called out, "It's mine, mate." Your dog seems to be in heat," the cop said.Bruce replied, "No way. She's cool as, 'cause she's tied. I had never wanted Jenny to be made to suffer like this. Being forced to watch her being raped and humiliated and degraded this way and being helpless to protect her was devastating to me. Not as devastating as what she was going through, but I would never forget this night. We were in a dangerous and scary situation. I could only pray that in the morning, when they had their fill of us, they would let us go.The old man that was fucking Jenny started yelling. I have no idea what he was yelling..