I'm not pointing it at you, though. This is a wonderful old boat, and there's nobody in sight. A photographer's dream. The gun deck is mostly clear, a...d dark. Light streams in through the open gun ports, casting stark shadows on the worn wood. You're waiting for me to get the picture, but it takes a moment for me to find a steady rest. Just as I'm about to press the shutter, you cover the lens with your hand. I can't figure it out for a moment, and then I look up. You're smiling at me with that. I'm not really scared. I will probly get a few slaps with the belt and thats it...He walks into the room and looks at me. "Strip. And get on the bed." He comands.This is what he normally says, I have to take off everything but my braw and underwear, and lay facedown in the middle of his bed. I stand up, and strip off my clothes and lay on the bed like normal.He goes over and sits on the bed next to me, which is not normal. He would normally stand by the side and whip me with the belt or stick. “I have trouble findingpeople…like me, you know?” As she said this, shelooked right into Mary’s eyes, smiling.The dumbfounded look in Mary’s eyes told Trixie all sheneeded to know. “She IS into girls!” she thought.“Now’s my chance to really drive her wild.” Trixie gotinto the shower and turned the water on, but did notclose the curtain. Instead, she stared right at Mary asthe water cascaded down her tight, young body. Trixiesoaped up. By the end of the month she had no money left and was living off noodles and water, but she was making it work so far. Her contact with Benton was minimal. She would walk into his gun shop on the first of each month and pay him the rent in cash. He kept a bank bag just under the shelf behind the counter. He counted the money then stuffed it in the bag and said little or nothing at all -- just something like "alright then, behave yourself." Heather didn't linger. Sometimes she would have.