Update

Today when I was going to write some more, I noticed my entire book had been deleted from my iMac in any and every kind of way. I could not trace it or find it on iCloud either. I have PDF files how ever, and will just re write with those. I had just updated my writings with some of the below... 

Run with the Bottle 

The garden sounded cheerful. There was laughter and large tables filled with foods and wines. Men women and children. It was always like that, when it wasn’t extremely violent and deadly. 

The kidnapper girl planned something and took the little kidnap girl apart “Why don’t you run with the bottle” she said loud, and little kidnap girl looked up at her and said “What”? I was five. So now I looked like a wild drunken kid.

What could a child like that say ? A cop would not even really hear it, and laugh at it. Its all to bad you know,  evil always seems to win from good. 

A thing that always happened, she would tell me and yell at me what to do, and then it would be used against me.. 

Even at age of 27 or so, I would be holding a beer with my pants down sitting on the floor at a local gathering, I was not even there as far as I knew I was only going to help and had a coffee. Two new workers and a coffee machine is all it took. Even my friends walked by. A football (soccer) place, I will never forget, everyone hated me after that ! 

Thats how it works, You cant talk when your inappropriate, or drunk, or so, no the people doing that sort of thing are, you see they stand up straight and tell a nice story. 

Be careful around hands over your glass, don't trust losers, don't drink coffee from new people, when you asked for no reason to help at their kitchen. What for am I the type? No, I was a cute woman not a soccer fan type.