The drive went on and we had been on some creepy, back, country roads for most of the drive (all one lane), and the turn for South 75 was finally coming. Seconds before the turn off however, Becky decided to spill a drink so... rushing to her aid I missed the turn off and also sped pass a police car going 73 in a 55 mile zone.
I got pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. The cop came to my window, told me what I did wrong, and took my info. A few minutes later another cop, who seemed to appeared from the storage place across the street, walked up. We sat in the car and waited. I tried to tell myself it wasn't a big deal if I got ticket while Bianca and Becky talked about the irony. He came back and I got a warning. Thank god because the ticket would have been 276. So I thanked him and got ready to go, but I was then asked if I had a long list of various items in my car. One of which included " a suitcase of money in the trunk." This I did not have, though thought it was hilarious to cut him off and say "don't have the money, but WISH I DID!!" He asked us to get out of the car to do a search. We all got out. Some weird stuff happened. I said we lived in Fort Myers for some reason (and so did the cop), but had no clue what my address was... however in the end it was all good and we just got warnings and no one was arrested. We continued on the journey.
We got to the fort and it was a nice weekend. We went to the Koreshan Settlement, and for the first time in a year I went to the beach.
It was a low key weekend and I realized that people in Fort Myers do not believe in air conditioning. We got back Saturday night and went out. Work on Monday, back to the factory.
The house were all the wives slept. Up top was their man slave's room.
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