I saw one of Sam Pickens' clerks and asked him to inform Mrs. Pickens that Sam had been killed in trying to rob the bank.Everyone was clambering for d...tails, but I pushed them out through the door. "I'll have a statement for you as soon as possible. A couple of you men find a couple of doors and we'll get these bodies moved. I think you can put them where ever funerals are held." That would be Sam Pickens' back room." Okay, that makes sense, put him there then." Sam sold coffins, I remembered.. I'm nervous, and I think you'll be able to handle it better." She was right, of course."Deal," I said."On one condition, though. I pick the guy."Easy enough, I thought. I nodded my approval.Weeks went by where she went out to find what she was looking for. She came home one night and said she had found the perfect man whose name was Brandon. After much conversation, we agreed this Friday night at our place was as good a time as any.In all the days leading up to Friday night, we'd fuck like. ..'Now you're howling well, a****l!' cried Mindy, laughing with joy.WHHAAPPP!!…… WHHAAPPP!!……. WHHAAPPP!!OOOHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!....... OOOHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!......I bellowed with pain as Mindy applied the strokes with precision, one stroke every 20 seconds, each one in exactly the same place on my buttocks.‘Keep your nose to the wall, cock a****l’.WHHAAPPP!!…… WHHAAPPP!!……. WHHAAPPP!!‘NOOoooo…..NOOoooo …PPLLLeeeeeaaasssee!!’'Hold your position, a****l' snarled Mindy, breathing. Butright now, trapped in a changing booth with The Mad Seamstresspatrolling the show-room, Misha couldn't conceive of a worse nightmare.What had he gotten himself into? This was the worst mistake of his life!!What had he been thinking, waltzing in here like Jennifer Lopez on abuying spree? He must've been crazy, delusional, totally off the rails.How had everything gotten out of hand so quickly? All he'd wanted to dowas buy a couple of crinolines. Now he had to go back into theshowroom wearing.