That just turned me on even more. I grabbed her neck and whispered in her ear: "The way your struggling just turns me on."She froze. Obviously, saying...that just freaked her out. Now it was time to brand her. I looked over her body to decide where I wanted to put the tattoo. I ripped the fabric off the side of her garter. The side of her body would be perfect. I opened the box of tattoo supplies and prepared it. With my left hand, I gripped her side and with my right, I began writing on her. She did it so slow, first one side then the other. He looked a little shocked in the mirror as he watched her."Don't worry, sir. Sometimes the wedding day is too hot and the guys go with as little clothes on as they can. If you want to go commando, we want to be sure your suit fits just right," she said to answer his unasked question. He tried very hard to relax, but his hormones were starting to interfere. She let go of the tape to write on her notepad she had on the bench. Again, he watched. One day, about mid-afternoon, Jack was riding toward the town of Pinto when he was passed by the stage coach running hell for leather for the same town. Jack had seen the relay station a few miles back, but he must have gone by before the stage arrived. Anyway, Jack moved to the side of the road as the stage rushed passed him and exchanged a friendly wave with the shotgun guard.Not long after that, Jack heard gunshots in front of him, so he picked up speed to see what was the cause of the. With the excuse of needing bodyguards to keep him and his wealth safe, Holland had upgraded her frame to a military-grade fighting robot. Her ballistic shielding could withstand most small arms and some of the small-bore cannons. She knew several martial arts and even had a host of street-legal weapons hidden within her body.And thanks to a couple of discreet calls to the shadier side of Fabricators, Inc., it appeared as if he had simply ordered a second identical bot. The paperwork was all on.