I don’t need that. I don’t want that. Oh, I can see where it would be impressive, but I’m thinking, as Dad sat me down and told me, “Son, afte... the showin’ ‘er off to your friends, after the sex, then there comes a time when you have to LIVE with ‘er. If she’s not your friend, not your intellectual equal, then that’s gonna be hard. Marriage might not stand the stress.”“Might not be about marriage,” I told my dad.“We raised you better’n that, son,” he returned.I recognized my mistake. Serious. After that it was exercise and classes, classes and exercise.We took the elevator – I suppose it would be more accurately called a shuttle since it seemed to move in any and all directions - to a large room full of exercise equipment, some of it easily accommodating my body, some of it clearly designed for a different shape. Hex guided me toward something that looked like an elliptical runner combined with a nautilus machine that worked upper and lower body muscles at the same time. My brain. I gave your job to another man.’ Grandpa then exploded and said, ‘What the hell do you mean you gave Clay’s job to another man? You have no authority to do that. Clay is a US Deputy Marshal and the only judge that can accept his resignation is in Fort Laramie. You are a territorial judge not a federal judge so give him back his badge now!’ ‘Hank, I no longer have his badge. I gave it to the man from Washington. He’s here about the Indians. His name is George Manypenny and he was sent here from. On his second day in town, 'Bill' spotted his prospective pet.He had stopped at a fast food joint for lunch when she caught his eye. She appeared to be in her early to mid 30s, had curly, shoulder length, light brown hair, blue eyes, and one hell of a set of tits. They were at least Ds and probably Double Ds. Her ass was a bit larger than he preferred, but what the hell. He could require she work her ass down to a more appealing size in his dungeon.Jim's prospective pet sat with two teenaged.