Hey, I waited 12 years for this day!! Sure all of us knew that driving and drinking was a no-no, but how do you tell seniors this? Ya can’t! Anyway,...it happened. An accident. All I remember was Tom saying we were gonna roll and then I must have blacked out. I woke up in the hospital. Two busted arms and one busted leg but no serious damage. I am the one that recieved injuries…no one else did! That kinda figures huh? I felt down and I had one of those damn tubes in my dick so I could urinate in. " mumbled Queenie as she swayed on the saddle. Only the ropes tied about her waist and legs kept her on the pack mule. She wilted like a flower in a summer drought.We trudged through the ruins hoping to see some sign of habitation. In the center of town, a collection of crosses had been driven into the ground, the grisly remains of bones still clung to the crucifixes. More bones were glimpsed peaking out of the vegetation that had taken over the ruined town. It had been destroyed years. Billy wasn't spooned against her with an insistent hardon; her bed seemed harder and smelled... odd. She didn't seem to be wearing her nightgown. And she couldn't move.Laura wasn't at home, and it wasn't morning. Her sleep wasn't the slumber that comes after a day of honest work and play. It had been induced with a careful blend of a fast-acting soporific and a longer-acting hypnotic, to put her out fast and to keep her confused, pliable, and mildly amnesiac once she awoke. She'd eventually. But there was a few problems and they were sitting across the restaurant from me; ladies from my church. What would they say, how would they react, me a widow having dinner with and kissing a white man? What else would they say, would he find out?Sure enough Janice walked over. "Funny seeing you here like this" she said to me, but looking at Franklin. Before I could answer Franklin stood, he sure was a handsome man."My name is Franklin, it is a pleasure to meet a friend of this wonderful woman".