He leaned back and looked at the others.“Eli Crow, United States Marshal out of Fort Smith, Arkansas. You’re under arrest Miles, come on out befor... we come in and kill you,” Eli yelled loudly.There was no sound. Joe knelt on the floor and peeped into the room. He couldn’t see all the way under the bed, but he saw the bed covers move where they draped to the floor.“He’s under the bed, Eli,” Joe said and raised his Colt.“Come out from under that bed, or we’ll kill your cowardly ass where you. And the two thick chrome rings hanging from my nipples. Ilooked like I belonged on a farm somewhere, a cow ready for milking ormaybe a pig in a sty. I snorted as I wondered whether I should have aring through my nose to match the rest. Staring at my face in the mirrorI began to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea, somethingthick and chromed to make me look more like a submissive fuckpig... Agrowl from my stomach derailed that train of thought and as I shook myhead to clear the images. They fall asleep.Day 7Today they have reached a sort of balance. They are in physical contact a lot during the day. To others they are getting along very well but not to the somewhat disturbing heights of earlier in the trip.She comes out of the shower to find him sprawled on the couch in a robe. He got in the shower first and has been waiting patiently reading a book. When Diana comes out of the little room he grins."I think I need your help mom." he says sounding rather earnest."Oh? With what. You don’t happen to have a clergyman friend who could chair the event?”“No, I don’t. Anyway, I don’t think any clergyman will be prepared to officiate in a polygamous wedding.”Erika commented, “How about a Registrar? They know the ropes for weddings, but on this occasion it will be off the record.”Tom shook his head. “Nice thought, but polygamy is illegal, so no Registrar will want to risk losing their job by participating.”Reg had been watching this discussion, and now contributed, “If no.