The two widows took the money and walked toward Waynesboro. I caught up with them on the road. "Watch out for the constabulary. Stay in the innkeeper'... house as long as you can. I'll try to bring a buggy for you in the next few days."One woman said, "I don't know what I'm going to do. But I don't want to be a whore. Thank you for all you've done for us. And for the money too." They went into the house. I gave them the pocket pistol I had taken from the bushwhacker.It was late afternoon when I. The prison governor greeted me with the news that she had escaped. He took me to her cell; the door hung open, and on the floor lay the body of the bearded turnkey, his trousers around his ankles and his throat cut."He was discovered when the morning shift came on duty at five. The surgeon says he had been dead for three or four hours."I looked at the dead turnkey, and knew that it would have been me lying there, if I had gone into Eloise's embrace. I shivered, as if a goose had walked over my. It was the last time I ever saw her. For the next couple of years, as I drifted in and out of several so-so physical relationships with other women, Phyllis’ fixation on being fucked and filled was always at the back of my mind. I even have to admit that the vision of her standing there in her humongous harnessed fake cock crept into more than one erotic dream. I could just never bring myself to call her up. Then, one night, I ran into Marty, an old childhood friend of mine, in a bar outside. " And dhat is vhy you comb to me," Sonya Karpinyi had said. Sonya,smoldering Sonya, as good in bed as she was on the screne. He knew thatmuch to be true; they'd starred together in four movies, happily sleepingtogether during the shooting of all four. They'd separated with a shrugand a handshake. They were _movie stars_, after all.Before _SOUND_.Sonya's problem with "Talkies" had been different, a thick "Hongar-ri-yinaggzent" that limited her to minor parts at best. She'd had the courageto.