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Ad Start Date 01-31-08 Ad Expiration Date 08-06-09
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Sex - Female
DOB - 05/20/62
Seeking - Men, Women
Race - Caucasian, Hispanic, Native American
Religion - Christian
Convicted Of - Accomplis to Murder
Release Date - Serving a Life Sentence, Parole hearing to vote on release 02/2009
I was thrown out of school my first day of kindergarten because I wore a dress without panties. The other kids and I were all jumping and playing in class when suddenly my teacher screamed my name in a blood curdling shriek that could almost shatter glass. Then she snatched me up to remove me in case my own legs couldn't carry me fast enough. I thought she had lost her mind so you can bet I kept an eye on her after a stunt like that. I want to fall down into a big pile of autumn leaves with my love, dance in the rain, have a breakfast picnic on the beach at dawn, and put our open mouths against each others cheeks right when we are laughing. I'm a graphic artist. I did these drawings. I love dogs that snore, pizza cheese that stretches out in mid-air before I suck it down into my mouth and candle light bubble baths with the sound of rain on the roof. I love to read about Egypt and I would love to search for the secret valley of Egypts outcast kings. I'm very loving, affectionate and a good listener, very concerned and caring of the other persons needs and feelings. I want to love someone so much the deepest part of me with be alone with him in a room full of people. And I'll lay awake just to watch him sleep, kissing him softly and he'll know it in his dreams. I'm very nervous and excited. I'm scheduled for a parole hearing to vote on releasing me. I'm going to pray every night until March 2009. The fortune-teller will tell my love he has the mark of the were-wolf in his palm. Later that night he'll wake up in the darkness, all the dogs in the neighborhood barking and howling, sensing their master has come. He'll smell all the scents of our neighbors fears and desires drifting up through the window as though they are offering themselves to him on the sweet night air. But he'll only want me. Slowly lowering his mouth toward my neck, fangs bared, mouth opening wider. Later he'll ask me, "was it as good for you as it was for me?" I'll say "yes my love", laying on sheets shredded by his claws. If the villagers come to try to take him away I'll fight them off with a flaming torch. Later I'll softly scratch his stomach to make his muzzle smile, comb and fluff the hair on his ears, and love him with all my heart. The Gypsies sing songs for centuries around their camp fires that the were-wolf will come. Do the Gypsies sing songs about you?
Cynthia Ray # 453302
Mountain View Unit
2305 Ransom Road
Gatesville, TX 76528 USA
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