She didn't push me for details or interrupt, except to kiss me to distract me when my narrative started to gain agitation. And all the while, she wash...d and rinsed and stroked my arms and legs and back and front. She wet my hair and shampooed it, massaging my scalp before rinsing. She washed my saucy bits, too, taking care to clean them and despite her efforts to keep it clinical and caring, I still became aroused. So sue me. She looked in my face with a knowing grin as she held my filling. This made the police chief very intrigued. The chief asked the police officer if anything seemed out of the ordinary. The police officer, James, replied, "Out of the ordinary? Out of the fuckin ordinary!! This chick was beat up within an inch of her life! She was dumped here as a statement. And she has marks all over her body! Like they have when they have been operated on, except all over her!! She's got this black canvas stuff on her back that must be glued on to her because we cannot get. He rode in on the horse of one of the other men.”“He had a broken jaw, deep scratched across his face and his stones had been smashed,” the sheriff added.“Yes sir,” Opal Anne resumed her story. “Raylene, the one they were going to take with them, kicked him in the stones a couple times. She wears some really pointy toed boots. Then Betty Mae kicked him across the face and broke his jaw. Then I raked my fingernails across his face. We told him we were going to let him go so that he would. He stared intently at the dark surface of the wooden table before him, his lips moving in a silent incantation. The door opened and she entered."Well, do you have news?" He asked, without moving."I have news Brother Dashwood. The foolish Reverend has employed a private investigator, he wishes to recover the 'Madonna'." Excellent, so he believes in our subterfuge - we can use this. An investigator you say, that is of no concern. Our plans are bigger than one man, one country, or even one.