Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to both take a trip to the middle of the Midwest and accept lodging at the Tree estate but that is where my UVM has brought me to research the execution of Laetitia and Manon who are to be hanged to satisfy her mistress Aurélie. I must admit while I do not approve of Laetitia and Manon being hanged it was a very professional execution of the two bitches.
It took them more than ten minutes to die and the nooses tortured them brilliantly as they slowly strangled. When I left their bodies hung motionless from the ropes around their necks. It was a wonder pair of hangings.
The next day I find Tree’s liquor bar was out of my favorite wine. I wait for Tree to wake up but by 2 PM he was still sleeping (or passed out). I was going to take his Mustang but find it is still being rebuilt from the last time I borrowed it.
I find the keys to his Ferrari F40 and decide to borrow it to go to the liquor store. The damn car has a five speed manual transmission. Why can’t Tree buy an automatic transmission car?
Oh well, it’s only a 16 mile round trip. I doubt I can burn out the clutch in that short of a drive. I get to the liquor store and buy a dozen bottles of my wine with Tree’s credit card. The nice man at the counter opened one of the bottles and poured a short glass. It is my brand and type of wine but it is a ‘reserve blend’ and costs twice what my regular wine costs. Fortunately it is delicious and he pours me a second glass. While he places the half case of wine in the passenger seat I chug down the second glass. I hop in the car and nail the gas. As I turn onto the street my foot slips off the clutch. The Ferrari fishtails and the rear of the F40knocks over touches a street lamp post and nicks the right rear of the car.
The local police and fire department arrive. The firemen make sure the F40 doesn’t burst into flames. I think the police are here to help me but they smell the wine on my breath and strip search me against a wall right on the side of the street.
It is somewhat humiliating being stripped naked and have gloved hands probing my pussy and ass while a bunch of red state rednecks cheering the cops on! The damn cops arrest me!
-Barb Moore
It took them more than ten minutes to die and the nooses tortured them brilliantly as they slowly strangled. When I left their bodies hung motionless from the ropes around their necks. It was a wonder pair of hangings.
The next day I find Tree’s liquor bar was out of my favorite wine. I wait for Tree to wake up but by 2 PM he was still sleeping (or passed out). I was going to take his Mustang but find it is still being rebuilt from the last time I borrowed it.
I find the keys to his Ferrari F40 and decide to borrow it to go to the liquor store. The damn car has a five speed manual transmission. Why can’t Tree buy an automatic transmission car?
Oh well, it’s only a 16 mile round trip. I doubt I can burn out the clutch in that short of a drive. I get to the liquor store and buy a dozen bottles of my wine with Tree’s credit card. The nice man at the counter opened one of the bottles and poured a short glass. It is my brand and type of wine but it is a ‘reserve blend’ and costs twice what my regular wine costs. Fortunately it is delicious and he pours me a second glass. While he places the half case of wine in the passenger seat I chug down the second glass. I hop in the car and nail the gas. As I turn onto the street my foot slips off the clutch. The Ferrari fishtails and the rear of the F40
The local police and fire department arrive. The firemen make sure the F40 doesn’t burst into flames. I think the police are here to help me but they smell the wine on my breath and strip search me against a wall right on the side of the street.
It is somewhat humiliating being stripped naked and have gloved hands probing my pussy and ass while a bunch of red state rednecks cheering the cops on! The damn cops arrest me!
-Barb Moore
