Dear friends, We have arrived in Torrington Connecticut, where we are being housed in a small bed and breakfast about an hour outside of Hartford. Jack Bingham, the gentlemen who owns the place; tall, thin and stoic, has warned, if either of us go near his daughter Darlene, there will be an unimaginable hell we will never forget. We have all taken this to heart, as there is a sawed off 12 gauge shotgun in which he carries around and uses as a back scratcher. Darlene, is gorgeous. She reminds me of a pinup girl from the fifties, whose yet to be discovered. Her breasts seem to enter the room long before she does, and No matter where I stand, they seem to be pointing at me constantly. Its as if they speak to me, saying things like, come here, squeeze me, dont be shy, quit it, and hop up here little boy and get your nourishment! I have a feeling its going to be a very long night. The lemonade is special. Very fragrant. Almost like pine sol. Theres a small monkey they call Morris that lingers about like a house cat. I cant take my eyes off of him. He simply sits on the couch, and masturbates, making it very uncomfortable to carry on any kind of conversation. I notice Darlene staring at Morriss little monkey penis as if her mouth is watering over a little sliver of bacon. I cant help it! But this arouses me. All Im thinking is; if shes salivating over that tiny thing, there might be a chance for me!! As I look up at the clock, I realize I must prepare my self for slumber, Im afraid morning will appear quite quickly. As I unpack my things, Allison Barker, a frumpy woman in her late 60s, and also the one whose responsible for feeding everyone, inquires if Im happy with everything? My reply is, Of course Mrs Barker, Mr Bingham and his daughter Darlene have been mighty accommodating. She looks at me perplexed and says, thats not funny Mr....Jack and Darlene Bingham were murdered in this house over 50 years ago!!! The end
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 02:30:44 +0000