1. Court Record Chapter Seven


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: True Story, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    “Mrs. Wanewrite we are very sorry this happened, but it is not unusual, there is such concern today about runaway kids, particularly girls of your daughter’s age. I think this mix up was simply the product of overzealous local authorities up there. I will calm it all down with a phone call from here and explain that your daughter will be visiting the area in the future. That is all that should be needed…no paperwork.” A couple more pleasantries and the conversation ended. Sarah dropped on the bed choking with laughter. She was overcome with a silly joy. It could not be contained. What an acting job. What a coincidence. Scotty was safe and beyond that she could see him anytime. Henry Jacks the mean sheriff had met his match. Sarah had opened the door to a future in the apple orchards at least once in a while. She dressed in shorts and a top, tennis shoes ready to hike and went down to breakfast. WACO The only thing surprising about breakfast was the amount Sarah ate. She was starved. The server could not believe all she ordered and watched from the service bar as Sarah consumed one thing after another. As she ate it dawned on Sarah that she had not had a really good meal in two days, not since she and Scotty went on the run. In addition, her conversations with New York had really added to her appetite for food. She had gone way out on a limp and even asked for coffee. She had never drunk coffee. No one here had ever heard of her drinking coffee. It made for interesting ...
    glances. Coffee just seemed essential this morning. Drinking coffee filled her with thoughts of Scotty and mornings outside at the Picnic table. As Sarah finished, Jayson came into the room to make sure everything was all right. He asked about her breakfast and once satisfied that all was good, he went into brief comments about the fire last night, “Sarah, you were right about seeing a little fire down in the valley last night. I am sorry it bothered your sleep. When the head gardener came to work this morning he told me the talk at the diner in town was all about a fire out this way in the old valley. Some buildings had burned. There was no water available so the fire department just monitored things and let the old buildings burn. All is back to normal this morning. Everyone thought it was a good idea the junk was gone…less places for drunks to hang out!” Sarah sat stunned. It was Apple Valley for sure. She had to get there one way or another. Her thought went to the old bicycle and only then did she remember it was still sitting in Scotty’s garage where she left it. There had to be some other way to get down the hill and check things out. Slowly she dressed in camp clothes, brown shorts, blue top, and tennis shoes. She looked ready for something. Over and over she was convincing herself that she could run, jog, walk the distance she rode that old rusty bike that fateful day. One thing for certain, she was not going to ask for a ride in any form. Every good novel would tell her ...
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