The girls on the back used this road every day, but never tied to the back of a truck. The blonde looked over at her fellow prisoner with the long straight brown hair. She was so afraid that she was covered with goose bumps, her teeth chattered when she spoke, “Are you okay? My name is Kate Evans...
The new vehicle we acquired was large enough to lower our car count to two, rather than three, thanks to Thurman’s summer job explorations. Less of a convoy meant less chance of someone spotting us. After the strategy meeting, we decided to take I-87 to the outskirts of the city and then hop on t...