"Jess... where _did_ you get thatcameo, anyway? I didn't want to ask at the Tylers', but I... I reallyneed to know the truth _before_ we get to town ... and go see thatsheriff."She was silent for a short bit, gathering her thoughts, while shesmoothed out the frock over the petticoat. When she finally spoke, hervoice low and hesitant. "You... You remember how I-I... robbed that stagecoach, back when I was... on the run?" I do. That Wells Fargo agent told me that he wasn't going to doanything. Now there is a dark side to the story, that these warlocks and witches were burned at the stake when some old Spanish priest found out they were worshiping Satan while practicing incest and kinky crap like that. So I guess the old witch story is where the Ghost stories come from. Now I've lived here all my life and being curious when we were young, me and some of my friends have gone out there, you know just doing a little Ghost hunting of our own. And every time we went there we didn't find. I have served you, taken care of you, made you My responsibility and My joy. You have been all and everything to Me, breathe and heart beat alike. I am leaving as sure as day becomes night. The light fades and all will end for the Hatter. You will never forget Me, never replace Me, you will recall My wisdom, My face and body, even My eccentricities many that there are. You will talk about Me, perhaps boast at being the one, but all of that will never be enough. I have never given you rules,. " I replied in mock confusion. "Maybe pway with my wittle clitty and faw asweep."Damien bellowed at a laugh at my little girl voice. "Wow, that was so hot. Why don't you come over to my place tonight and show my and some friends a great time."Everything sounded perfect except "some friends." That was the first time he'd ever-- in all his calls-- brought up more people than himself. Despite the fact that he and I had never ever (not even once) had one on one sex since he'd become my agent, I'd.