None of us (well… mostly none of us) like pain. It is another common denominator of the universe, that pain is something to be avoided at all costs....Why? Our physical response to pain, mired in the primordial ooze of our creation, is what stokes the fires of our fears. Our desire for one more breath, one more sunrise, one more beat of our heart, provides us with a natural aversion to pain Our ancestors needed the fear of pain to continue living. Our ‘fight or flight’ response is there for one. She was my yin to my yang. I had to be with her almost one hundred percent of the time. I dressed her up in so many different colorful outfits, often disregarding her natural blue Native American gown. I would wash her hair with shampoo, gently air dry it out, and then use my miniature comb to brush all the tangled locks away. I took great care of Analee, often too much care from the perspective of my older siblings and parents. After all it was all innocent, childish fun.It wasn't until the. A DEA officer stopped at a ranch in Texas and talked with an old rancher.He told the rancher, “I’m here to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.”The rancher said, “Okay, but don’t go in that field over there.”, as he pointed out the location.The DEA officer verbally exploded saying, “ Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me!” Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removed his badge and pushed it towards the rancher’s face. “See this badge?! This badge means I am. Unlike the last time, the girl looked happy to wear these clothes. She also looked very pink; pink tennis shoes, faded pink jeans, and a pink tee-shirt. On the tee-shirt was fuchsia letters, sporting the slogan "Think Pink."I almost laughed, but I held it back. "You like pink?" I asked her.Pyx nodded. "It's my favorite color."I looked her up and down. "Well, you have four very nice outfits." They cost over two hundred dollars."I looked over at Vonda."Hey! It isn't my fault. Even bought at a.