A trucker had posted from a rest area along the highway. He was stranded in the lobby and wanted mouth to keep him company. The last line read “This...is one of the few rest areas I’ve seen with a glory hole in the bathroom, and with my luck no one on the other side. Come in off the road to rest and service the area. Lord knows the k** at the café wouldn’t know what to do with a stiff cock.” My eyes opened wide as I realized he was posting about the rest area I was in. While reading the article. ”Once we were alone Aunt Grace wanted to know all about our family and what we thought about Lincoln possible becoming the President. Then she asked me what I thought about slavery. I tried to get out of telling her and said that I really didn’t know enough about it. However, we talked about Ruth and how she had been mistreated, beaten, raped, and then sold. We talked about what would happen to Ruth if war were to occur. We did not come to any conclusion other than we were both scared.After the. . locked me down here." He's a scary dude, Jordan. Looks like an assassin or something." How reassuring. "I was walking past, and I saw him, so I ducked in here. I don't think he saw me."'Here' was the dugout shaft, maybe three feet deep, that let indirect light reach the basement window. It was also how Danny had snuck into the basement last winter. Jordan hadn't ratted him out, but she had asked Lynn's dad to move the utility shelves so they partially blocked the window, "in case a wild. M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wahi ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne.