The closer I got, the more my nerves began to stand on end. Thirty four more miles, according to the robotic voice coming from the box stuck to the windshield of my not so new, used car. I had just driven two thousand nine hundred and fifty four miles, fifty seven hours, not including the six hours that I tried to sleep at the Motel 6, twice. I couldn’t hold my eyes open for one more second. Of all of the thirty-six alternatives, running away is best. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. Barr for the hours of perverted conversations while this book was being transformed. To Syd for all of your feedback and support. If you are up for the ride, stick around and it may just turn into a love story after all. If it's your happily ever after love story that you are looking for, you should probably move on. This book contains disturbing situations, strong language, graphic, sexual content, some forced, some not. Warning! This is not your everyday fall in love romance. All other characters, dead or alive are a figment of my imagination and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously.
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