As she busied herself at the stove, Kenny, Jason and I got busy with all the requisite nosy questions about each other's lives. He hadn't been to a pu...lic school since second grade because there'd been some bad experiences with some idiot of a teacher who didn't know shit about working with special-needs kids. Laura was a teacher anyhow so she just decided to home-school him. He'd already completed all the necessary work for his high school diploma and one had been issued by the county school. 44-40 cartridges. I was going through money like it was water, but I had no other place that I wanted to spend it, so why not have some fun with it?Of course, Amarillo, itself, was no place for a couple of low-end bounty hunters like us since there was too much of a chance of walking into a bullet if we let ourselves be known. Therefore, we headed north toward the Oklahoma panhandle after we had restocked our pile of wanted posters.We quickly found some wanted men as we moved north, and we were. "Lunch is inside. Bring it up to the deck." I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.Aunt Jane was in the same spot, reclining on the lounge and wearing another of what seemed like a limitless supply of bikinis. This one looked to be of cotton fabric and had black and white stripes that angled across the bra and the bottom. Though it covered. Well, it was certainly no joke the way that deputy sheriff Clyde Wilson shoved his baton into her backside to "search for drugs" in a disgusting manner.The two other females detained in the holding cell with her were watching her scene with much interest but remained silent so as not to draw attention to their own defenseless situation. Julie was trying to cope with the stress of being impaled on the deputy sheriff's weapon and retaining as much dignity as possible."I didn't know what kind of.