The alarm on my cell phone went off. I woke up feeling very sluggish. I decided to stay in bed comfortably. There was no rush to get on the road and besides, I knew the young folks stayed up late talking with each other. I stayed in bed until three-fifteen in the morning.
When I finally got myself out of bed, I dug in my purse for couple packets of green tea. I put on my robe and I stepped out of my room. I was on my way downstairs when I saw a light on in Tonya’s study. The door was slightly cracked open and I could see Tonya was reading a document online. I walked over to the room, opened the door and said,
“Hey girl what are you looking at?”
Tonya did not say a word, she just signaled for me to come closer. As I got closer to the computer screen, I could see a picture of Elijah. I began reading the information on the screen. Tonya said,
“I knew he was a filthy man, but I had no idea how filthy he is. If I were able to find out this information about him, I would guarantee you that his sidekick Gabriel knows about this information too.’
I continued reading the information. She had found the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation sex offenders website.
On that site, Tonya had found Samuel P Burns. Turns out he is a registered sex offender. My heart sank low to the floor. I was completely mortified at what I was reading! It did not say whether or he had been given prison time, it only said that he is a sex offender and that was all I needed to see.
Oh my God! That was why the man felt so gross and nasty to me. I should have taken the time to research this bastard when he first came on the scene. This information sealed everything for me. I was completely done with these people! Tonya rolled her chair backward out of my way and a...
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.... I knew something was wrong with all of them especially since they all attacked you just because you had a different opinion than Gabe. Now Christianity has it flaws true enough but, we have never been attacked just because we have a different opinion. That is all I have to say to that.”
It was finally Eric’s turn.
“Eric, what do you think about all this?”
“Honestly Mama I am disgusted and sick. I want to know if Gabriel knew this information about Elijah. I am just going to stay away from all of them. Judging by the events of the Passover, I feel like he knew everything that was going on with Elijah. There was really nothing I could say.”
‘I am glad to hear you say that on your own son.”
I knew how hurt he was to read the reports.
We finished our meeting at the kitchen table and Sheldon grabbed the keys to my car and followed me to return the van to the car
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While Megan’s Law has given community citizens the ability be informed of sex offenders in their areas and their demographic information, one must also consider the impact Megan’s law has on these offenders when they attempt to reen...
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I arrive home around 11:00 p.m. to a sleeping wife and child. I walked into my daughter Emily’s nursery to give her a kiss goodnight. I leaned in and placed my lips on her forehead as she lightly opened her eyes. I rubbed her back and sang softly to put her back to sleep.
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My brother had already awakened. He was sitting on a rock waiting for other people to wake up and smiling happily to see that it was me first and not one of the other kids from our group. They were all pretty boring, and we had no interest in their stories of adolescent rebellion. I slipped my feet into my hiking boots and looked at my watch. It was just after seven, and I knew that the two counselors who were with us wouldn’t wake up till at least eight. We had time to play before they did.
I went to the kitchen and made myself some steamed kale with toasted garlic cloves, quinoa and beets and of course, a cup of Green tea with agave nectar. Just as I was sitting down to eat my meal, my cell phone went off. Sheldon texted me back and told me had gotten the time off from work and he was more than happy to go for a road trip.
“I sat there for about a half hour after he left. I mean I just sat in my chair, not doing anything. I kept thinking about Jane, and about Stradlater having a date with her and all. It made me so nervous I nearly went crazy. I already told you what a sexy bastard Stradlater was”
that he was being dissected by Clarice (his response when she attempts to give him a
Sex offender registration is a system for monitoring and tracking sex offenders following their release into the community. The registration system provides important information about convicted sex offenders to local and federal authorities and to the public. Registration laws require that sex offenders provide information such as their criminal history, physical description, and their home address. In some areas of the United States, the lists of all sex offenders are made available to the public. They can be made available through newspapers, community notification, or the Internet. In other areas, the complete lists are not available for the public but are known to the police. Sex offender registration is mandatory if a person pleads or
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
I woke up around one o’clock thinking it was nine in the morning. I quickly rose out of bed to see if my roommate was awake. He was passed out from staying up late the night before and it was obvious that he was still exhausted. I proceeded to do my usual morning routine, although it was the afternoon. I came