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Nellie Cake

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

I couldn't eat I thought it would fall out. He got us tequila and beer. This was what I needed? I was happy to lay down, have food and drink! We drank alcohol throughout the night. I was so smashed I wasn't feeling the agony so we went dancing at Mario's. That night I was in massive pain, but continued drinking and doing cocaine. I didn't have anything to live for without my children. It took a year to hold my head up without help.   With no occupation, cash, vehicle or home I hitched to Kentucky to find my children. I found Katy's brother who told me where they were. Karen came to the door. I was standing knee deep in snow solidifying. Karen said; "Typically I wouldn't let trash in, but the situation being what it is I may let you look at them. They're sleeping in the cellar don't wake them." I said; "My children are on the missing kids rundown and I'm their mother."   The law told me to get them back I had to battle for them in the state they're in. Katy worked for Bell South as an administrator. Bell South enabled her to move each time she's searching for me. Katy got home that evening to find me there. I said; "You stole my kids while I'm on my death bed." She said; "You had no way of dealing with them, Woody and I thought this was ideal." She refused to believe her precious son was violent.   Watching them rest in warmth with food I could only have consideration for them. I went to look at Billy and Chastity after two years. Many times I stared in their room in Florida where their possessions were abandoned and cried. My children were in the hands of Katy who abhorred me energetically. I've lost my children, a piece of me! Katy said; "You can have them back if you stay with Tommy for three months." He was at the Vetran's bar in Winchester.   I buried my face in his immense chest as we embraced tears streamed down quick as spilling water. I thought, you lying two bit bastard. He said; "I can't believe your alive." I begged each day to go see my house. It's a prefab brought in two sections. There's two fireplaces, a papa bear and baby bear wood burning stoves. I enjoyed chopping wood. I was on edge watching them back it in and out when a brick broke. It's my foundation I wanted this to go right.

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Charlatan

We talked, drank alcohol and smoked weed throughout the nights. I continued saying, "It's my home I want to see it." Whatever Tommy did would never be lawful because my name is on the title and the judge gave it to me in the divorce. I wanted to annihilate him to make him pay for years of manhandling me. I didn't care what I had to endure to get my kids. A couple of months I still had not seen them. Tommy was drooling all over me and getting possessive, this will prompt brutality.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Russian Watch Charlatan

Russian Watch

Charlatan

Published by Nellie Cake

copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

Chapter 1

I couldn't eat I thought it would fall out. He got us tequila and beer. This was what I needed? I was happy to lay down, have food and drink! We drank alcohol throughout the night. I was so smashed I wasn't feeling the agony so we went dancing at Mario's. That night I was in massive pain, but continued drinking and doing cocaine. I didn't have anything to live for without my children. It took a year to hold my head up without help.

With no occupation, cash, vehicle or home I hitched to Kentucky to find my children. I found Katy's brother who told me where they were. Karen came to the door. I was standing knee deep in snow solidifying. Karen said; "Typically I wouldn't let trash in, but the situation being what it is I may let you look at them. They're sleeping in the cellar don't wake them." I said; "My children are on the missing kids rundown and I'm their mother."

The law told me to get them back I had to battle for them in the state they're in. Katy worked for Bell South as an administrator. Bell South enabled her to move each time she's searching for me. Katy got home that evening to find me there. I said; "You stole my kids while I'm on my death bed." She said; "You had no way of dealing with them, Woody and I thought this was ideal." She refused to believe her precious son was violent.

Watching them rest in warmth with food I could only have consideration for them. I went to look at Billy and Chastity after two years. Many times I stared in their room in Florida where their possessions were abandoned and cried. My children were in the hands of Katy who abhorred me energetically. I've lost my children, a piece of me! Katy said; "You can have them back if you stay with Tommy for three months." He was at the Vetran's bar in Winchester.

I buried my face in his immense chest as we embraced tears streamed down quick as spilling water. I thought, you lying two bit bastard. He said; "I can't believe your alive." I begged each day to go see my house. It's a prefab brought in two sections. There's two fireplaces, a papa bear and baby bear wood burning stoves. I enjoyed chopping wood. I was on edge watching them back it in and out when a brick broke. It's my foundation I wanted this to go right.

We talked, drank alcohol and smoked weed throughout the nights. I continued saying, "It's my home I want to see it." Whatever Tommy did would never be lawful because my name is on the title and the judge gave it to me in the divorce. I wanted to annihilate him to make him pay for years of manhandling me. I didn't care what I had to endure to get my kids. A couple of months I still had not seen them. Tommy was drooling all over me and getting possessive, this will prompt brutality.

He still keeps a stockpile of firearms. I want to know what I'm up against. I have to find his weapons reserve. It wasn't worth experiencing the savagery again. I'm obviously not recovering my kids. It's gross and scary screwing someone I can't stand and scared of. That drooling bologna was cautioning indications of peril. I got shit faced tanked getting up the nerve to escape before it turns into a matter of my life.

Amidst the night I was terrified he would get a hand on me while getting out of bed or see me escaping through the door or tail me. Once beyond his ability to see I kept running down a major slope rolling and falling quickly. Once far from him I raced to the highway to hitch back to Florida. A trucker pulled over I got in fast imagining a scenario where he saw me. I continued looking in the mirrors. I was out of his life, this time I'll continue going! The trucker was going the opposite way from Florida.

I wanted to get far away and quick. I did take his sack of weed this was the minimum the man owed me since his mom gets to keep the children, he keeps the house and got to use my coochie. The trucker was a sweetheart, a very refined looking gentleman. He never touched me or requested sex though I was tanked, insane and stoned. He let me rest in the wake of pulling over a few times letting me hurl. I smoked a joint to mellow out from the liquor and hurling. The trucker was in the restaurant.

When I walked in he gave me a towel and shower supplies he paid for. When I was out of the shower he had breakfast sitting tight for me. I won't eat if alcohol don't accompany the food. I ate enough to get something in my stomach to facilitate the torment in my ulcer. I petitioned God for it to detonate to take the path of least resistance. I appreciated what this trucker was doing for me. Buzzed and hung over I let him screw me unconditionally and we had an incredible time!

He had a gorgeous six pack, an aggregate more bizarre who's dropping me off tomorrow. He got on his CB radio and contacted truckers in search of one going towards Florida. Two wild, but harmless truckers got me a little further then let me off. I got in the car with a dark man. He pulled to the side of the road and put a blade to my throat. A trucker saw this and almost jack-knifed in front of us, got out and was the hero. The man's knife was sufficiently off my neck enough for me to hop out.

That trucker saved my life and gave me a ride back to Florida. A man picked me up on the expressway and asked if I was hungry. During the long ride in the country he was assuring me he's not an attacker or killer. He was a cutie he shouldn't have to get vicious to get sex. He made me breakfast then let me wash up and put on his wife's garments, she was my size. He let me sleep for awhile, but I woke to a gun to my head.

Praying he would yield to common sense I said; "You needn't bother with that I'll give you whatever you want, you knew that when you picked me up." He put the weapon away. I was shocked it was that simple. I was committed to screwing him in exchange for sparing my life. He took me back to the highway. During a snow storm two men picked me up and took me to their home. I was screwing both for a considerable length of time alternating.

We took turns cooking and hosted private parties with bounty liquor and drugs. They think of us as a family. They were lookers, great in bed and snuggled! It was bliss and harmony for a year. New Year's Eve, my birthday while outside building a snowman two ladies pulled up. They never mentioned girlie-friends! They were playing it off that I was their cousin they were taking care of. They were making a birthday cake for me which made it look legit. I didn't want trouble they had regarded me.