Yes, I locked up Guilt in the north barn stall. Yes, I nailed a 2×4 across the latch and tacked up rusty barbed wire. Understand me. She arrived scratched and naked, claiming she’d been raped, her money gone on drugs. She claimed she had no one but me. She prefers going almost bare-assed. I can’t […]Read more "Yes, I’m Cissy Bales"