"Oh man", Ithought, "I gotta do this way more often."I'd gotten tired of my hair style so I had Joe drive me over to Mike'sSalon and drop me off. I to...d Mike what I was thinking about and hegenerally agreed but suggested a few changes so I told him to go ahead.Two hours later when Joe came in to Mike's to pick me up and he saw mynew hairstyle, his mouth opened in a silent, "Wow!" Mike had lightened myhair to a very light blond and given it a perm so that it was now a massof tight curls and. He was having troublecoming up with a coherent thought of how to get out of thispredicament. He walked for about a half hour with great difficulty.Finally Carrie suggested he put one foot in front of the other. This seemed to help. Carrie was all smiles as she watched his rearsway. Finally she told him to make her a lemonade. She told him how toserve it. He served it the way she said. She told him to curtsy andhe attempted a half curtsy before feeling like he was going tofall. She had him. “Don’t be scared. My cunt’s all safe now. No curse no more. And I’ve been waitin’ for this for so long, Jimmy. Every fuckin’ Friday night I’ve had my fingers up my cunt, rubbing myself off for ya, listening to ya spurt your hot cum all over yer wank-mags. Now it’s time for you to fuck my cunt for real, Jimmy!”“Wh… who are you?” stammered Father Jim. “Why me?”“Later, Jimmy, later,” said Bea, spreading her cunt-lips again. “Now fuck me.”Trembling, Father Jim walked up the three stone steps to the. The men who had given me a hard time at first all said how sorry they were, and we were all friends again.The ramrod asked Cookie what had caused the trouble, and Cookie admitted that he had been approached to poison the drovers so that the cattle could be rustled. This visit was punishment for not going through with the deal even though Cookie had tried to give the money back. Cookie had not said anything to the ramrod because he was afraid of being fired, and he needed the job.The decision.