Kneeling next to a new male just recently locked in his milking box was a beautiful cowgirl resplendent in her denim miniskirt, cowgirl boots and skim...y blouse that housed a massive bosom. She was gently and affectionately scratching his head where all traces of hair had been shaven away. Her high cheekbones held a gorgeous smile and tucked under her hat were elegant pigtails. She looked at the camera with a sweet yet devilish grin and twinkle in her eye when she spoke in a soft Oklahoma. I knew that he was doing me a favor, and I appreciated it. He also did not charge me for putting a peep-sight (aperture sight) on the Winchester that would have windage and elevation adjustments. Now, that was real friendship. I knew how much effort and time that required, and it was almost enough to let him take apart my USAS-12 shotgun.Finally, I was confident enough with my new weapons to venture out into the real world with them. My first trip was out looking for Jesse Hunter, who was. The airliner was nearly empty on this red-eye flight, perhaps 3 dozen people scattered throughout the tourist class with her. She could see only one with ease: a businessman, she was certain, sitting there in jacket and tie, and no doubt out on a mission as pointless as her own. He sat across the aisle from her, a few stray grays in his otherwise black hair betraying his age, at least a decade beyond her own. With a start, she realized that he was staring at her.Not in panic, as she stared. I really didn’t want to do monogamy again, either, but Jessamine Knight is an insanely jealous woman, or has been at times, and she offered to quit smoking if I agreed to a totally monogamous relationship. She was probably hoping for marriage someday, but she hadn’t said that aloud, at least. Thank the Gods for that, at least (Eros and Aphrodite immediately come to mind). Monogamy was bad enough without adding the further shackles and indignities of the sinister institution of unholy matrimony.