I knew that if I looked behind her for amoment, she'd turn to see what was on my screen. I'd be punished. I'd beput on bread and water and locked in t...is room with nothing butschoolbooks. She'd get Larry to beat my ass. No. I must keep my eyes onher."I just wanted to say good night and I hear all this ruckus. Do you wantto wake your sister? You know it takes forever to settle her back downwhen she's startled awake," she berated me.I have never been so delighted to be berated in my life."I'm. . but I have to be free to not answer." Okay ... that man you were talking to..." Hubert Westwood." I thought he looked unhappy. It's none of my business..." No ... although..." Dulcie fixed Delia with a penetrating stare. It made her uncomfortable. "Give me a minute, Delia..." and left the room.Delia sat, holding her coffee, lifting it to her lips without actually tasting it, wondering what was going on. Dulcie returned after a few minutes."Right, Delia. I've got Bert's permission to tell you. Then he went downstairs to get a glass of water.After she swallowed the small object Kelly was incredibly confused. How did he not know it was her stuck in here and not his wife? Had mom not sent him a message about her sleeping pill mixup? Then she felt the dildo get placed back in her mouth. If there was any way to describe such a thing as gentle, David was gentle about it. But he must have rotated it because once it hit her throat it felt like he was able to shove several more inches into. The head honcho of the gunman brigade was a bearded former outlaw called Pecos Pete. Pete was a man of few words and he was likely to pull iron quicker than any of the others because he knew he was the fastest gun and that speed on the draw was usually the telling ingredient of any gunfight inside the saloon or at short range right out on the dusty or muddy street outside.When Pete was first employed, he had taken to living inside the big house making no bones about the fact that he was poking.