As I was debating my next step, she croaked, "Put some lotion on my legs.I began working at her knees, slathering the backs of them, and then the lowe... part of the backs of her thighs, with lotion."Oh, YES!" she moaned, and pulled her knees apart a ways.I moved my hands to the upper part of her thighs, and started spreading the lotion there."YES! YES!" she grunted, and the knees spread several inches farther apart.I slid my lotion-slimed hands down the outsides of her thighs. She responded by. "Richard didn't even suggest a return call this time, he just went right into it. Maybe the cell wasn't being monitored any more, or he'd got his bosses used to such discussions, or he just didn't give a shit. But half the time these days he was prepared for talking whenever Spook or I called; and even the returns were now from either the cell or his home phone."Jack, it's a fallacy that drug crimes are victimless," he said. "For just one thing, give a little thought to the poor men and women. This second battle was also a resounding defeat for the indians. In retaliation and frustration, the Comanche-Kiowa began another intense campaign of violence against the white settlers.Finally, on September 28, 1874, Colonel Ranald Mackenzie dealt a crushing blow to the Comanche in an attack on their sanctuary-stronhold in Palo Duro Canyon, where many Indians had taken refuge. Although Colonel Mackenzie killed only three warriors, he captured or killed most of their horses--an estimated 1,500. ‘Do you *have* to smoke?’ he sighed, leaning back, already resigning himself to hearing her usual answer. ‘Yes, of course I do.’ ‘Can you at least not do it tonight? I want you to live till dawn at least.’ ‘Hmmm… and after dawn I’m no good to you. Hmmm…. what if I don’t sleep with you.’ It wasn’t a question. That possibility was dismal. He contemplated it. What if she doesn’t sleep with me? How could she not? Its prom night for goodness sakes. I’ve been sweet talking her for the past hour..