Not sure how to respond to the frozen response my father’s introduction had elicited I followed her lead and said simply, “Hello.” I also failed...to extend my hand. I thought Sari was a name matching in beauty the one who bore it, but in my head I found my own name for her, “Ice Maiden.” There was silence for a moment, and then my father said rather pompously, “Sari and I are to be married.” I thought I might have misheard so I said, “What did you say, father?” Impatiently he replied, “We are. ...........er........I thought you would just be able to tell me whether there was a problem, without ........you know.....having to examine me," I say, my cheeks becoming hot now. He gives a little cough. "Well, I really would need to carry out a proper examination, in order to diagnose the symptoms correctly. After all ,I wouldn't want to miss something important." I pretend to look embarrassed, but inside my heart is pounding and my pussy is hungry. "Well, ok then," I say, shyly. “So... you. A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. After all that bullshit, I decided to look into getting some help. My family therapist was always a hard ass about every little thing. ”“OK, back to camp with you to have Mary look at it right now. Stay there until I get back.” He nods yes and turns toward the camp as he moves off at a slow walk.I turn back to the wagon to find the crowd has left. Steve and Ramón are lifting the dead into the back of the wagon after stripping them of valuables. A large man who’d been leaning against a building nearby is still there and I can now see he’s the Town Marshal.Getting down I go over to ask, “You’re the Town Marshal, why didn’t you.