"I'm sorry to bother you, sir," said the girl, in that soft tone of voice that simply screams 'submission'. "My name is Kaliqa Quintas, I'm from St. A...drew's Holy Catholic School. I'm part of a fundraising effort to raise money to build a school in rural Colombia. I was wondering if you'd like to donate to our cause." Uh, I'm a bit short right now, but sure," I replied. Damn, she was beautiful. Not in that Miss America dumb-blonde kind of way, but in that sincere, genuine beauty that comes from. The Methodist preacher was agreeable, so we scheduled the shindig with him for a Sunday afternoon, 4 weeks away. We were able to arrange everything that day, so we left happy.The next day, Joe and I, as Jake Esposito, took the buckboard to Trinity to look into the LeMat conversion. The gunsmith was relieved to see me; he had feared that he had lost a customer since it had been so long since I had been in to see (and nag) him. The job was complete, so we went out back to try it out. I was. It’s the same thing here. You’re a lot better than Robbie, in fact,” Deanna panted as I went deeper inside her again.“Are you sure, because I’m huffing and puffing to keep up with you,” I warned her, feeling very breathless right then.“Then, use your fucking inhaler, please, and stop being too proud to acknowledge your asthma, okay? I’d like to marry you and I can’t if I kill you first!” Deanna called me on the factor that I forgot to consider ... my wheezing was likely due to my asthma.A few. It sounded like claptrap to me, but I’ve never been known for my free thinking. To top it off, so she told me, the instructor was this gorgeous hunk of a Frenchman, named Marcel.Friday morning, over breakfast, she brought him up again. That was unusual, and I started getting a slight twinge in my gut. “Should I be worried?” I asked her across the kitchen table.“About Yogi Marcel,” she asked, not realizing how silly she sounded. I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Yogi? Is he smarter than the average.