Then the day before the night of the gunfight I was served with divorce papers and a TRO. How in the hell had the Process Server found me I don’t kn...w, but he did. The next day Gary was back. I had just finished lunch, if you called what they served in the hospital food and had pushed the half eaten meal away. ‘Hey, partner, feeling any better today?’ ‘Not really.’ I replied. ‘What’s new?’ ‘Well, word is out on the street that Mendoza is royally pissed at you and has vowed to kill you.’ He. These guys were talking about her? ‘Definitely fuck-able. She’s horny, man.’ ‘You would know, right Draper?’ Again, the group burst into laughter, and Rachel turned onto a different path. She recognized that voice. Hunters. Fuming, she hurried out of earshot of the idiots, indignation welling up inside of her. Why the hell did they have to talk about her like that? She’d never slept with any of them, she’d never slept with anyone for that matter. But they still made those maddening jokes, told. Giving it the occasional stroke I maintained a semi-stiff cock the whole time. I got out and started to dry off facing the door of course then wrapped the towel around me and stepped towards the door. I stopped with my hand on the door knob and heard the scamper of little feet running up the hall. I had to smile they were being so naughty. The girls were in the study/office/bedroom and when I passed. I knocked and the door opened, it was Alice still wrapped in a towel. “Were. But it shall be Ann, for now. What have you brought me to eat?" Sandwiches and fruits, Master," Ann said. "May I feed you?" Of course you may," Derrick said. "Join me on the bed, Ann."Ann shyly took a seat close to her master and fed him a small sandwich.Derrick nodded his head to show he was pleased at her actions so Ann repeated the motion."I believe I would like to eat my lunch from between your breasts," Derrick said. "Place the sandwich between them."Ann gulped slightly but complied..