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Digging Deeper Part IV  He sat back on the sofa. It was the end of a a beautiful night. "Let's walk down to the beach, love" He called out to her while she washed the dishes. Sasha had her thick curls pulled into a ponytail high on her head. The coils of her curls hung about her head, and small curls formed in the tendrils that softly framed her face. "Sure, sounds lovely" She called out, after wiping her hands on the hand towel. They walked hand and hand, strolling down to the soft sand. They could already hear the pounding waves. Sasha twirled holding his hand above her head. Her tinkling laughter echoed against the sides of the high rise resorts, and trailed off in the ocean breeze. He grinned and chuckled, relishing in her playfulness. Once they settled in the sand, he looked at her, "I am enjoying learning your story" "I'm so glad you don't judge me. I am not proud of some of it, but it made me who I am" She said to him The long pause that followed had them listening to the waves again. "Please continue" He said politely Sasha looked off into the stars over the foam of the waves crashing "Where was I ?...Oh, yes...so the next week, the girl came to me and told me she wanted me to meet someone. We walked over to a slight gentleman sitting at a table. He wore jeans and a pressed shirt, maybe 55-60 in age." Sasha licked her lips as the salty breeze made them drier. "After introductions, he slid a business card in my hand. He whispered into my ear, My wife and I will be awaiting your call. Any day or time we will be there to answer in case you want to be free' Well I thanked him and moved along. When I looked at the card while in the safety of a bathroom stall, it said ,' Our mission is to help those who want it' and a number was printed below" Sasha paused again. She took her finger and traced into the sand the outline of a sun and moon, drawing as she spoke. "I allowed a probate, Steve, to take me on a date. He had softness about him, and I knew I'd be better to make an escape if I seemed compliant. Within a week, I had him in love with me, so I moved into his place. He was handsome, kind, and I knew they wanted him to have a girlfriend. They would be patching him within a week, which meant a celebration. The night of the party, I waited while they got drunk, and passed out. I packed the necessities in my car quickly, and drove off with my heart pounding." Sasha paused. He reached to press a curl from her lips. "You are mine, and I love you" He spoke honestly. Sasha kissed his fingers, "I love you too Daddy" She softly spoke. The waves pounded a rhythmic beat, and Sasha looked off at the black abyss of the horizon. "I stopped at the first pay phone and called the couple. My heart was still racing. The man answered. I simply said 'Give me an address, this is Sasha from Daytona' He gave me the address which was at the 18 mile marker in the Keys near Key West. I headed down I-95 and got into the keys at 2 am. I couldn't see the beauty of it, I simply knew the water was on either side of US1 and I was free for now. I imagined this was how the slaves who were released felt. I never stopped looking in my rear view mirror, and don't to this day" Her words hung there while the waves pounded the sand. Sasha stood to stretch her legs "Can we begin again tomorrow? I'm sorry, but I am tired now." He smiled and rose, dusting off the sand, "Yes babygirl, we can. We have as much time as you need" He extended a hand to help Sasha up the stairs to the sidewalk. They strolled back home hand in hand. Song for this post Train, Train - Blackfoot |
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Oh, here it come Well, train, train, take me on out of this town Train, train, Lord, take me on out of this town Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's Memphis bound Well, leavin' here, I'm just a raggedy hobo Lord, I'm leaving here, I'm just a raggedy hobo Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's got to go Well, goodbye pretty mama, get yourself a money man Goodbye, pretty mama, Lord, get yourself a money man You take that midnight train to Memphis Lord, leave if you can Oh, take that midnight train to Memphis Lord, leave if you can Oh, take that train, baby
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the suspense
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She escaped.....or did she
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 Slave rick
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I LOVE THIS. 
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the suspense
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She escaped.....or did she
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Slave rick 
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Blackfoot are Native American Indian Jakson Spires (from Oklahoma) had a Cheyenne/French father and a Cherokee mother;[4] Rickey Medlocke's father was Lakota Sioux[5] and Blackfoot Indian, and his mother's side is Creek/Cherokee, Scottish and Irish; Greg "Two Wolf" Walker is part Eastern (Muskogee) Creek, a tribe recognized by the state of Florida, but not federally. Charlie Hargrett [6] was the only white man of the original, classic line-up. Thank you  When I was little, my eyes were almost black. People would say so.
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