Linda handcuffed her hands behind her back, then with Christina’s help got her turned over on her back. They slipped a pair of rubber panties up her...legs and just before they had them all the way up, they stopped.Tracy laid there in a daze. Christina went to the table and picked up two jars, and a roll of duct tape. When she returned, she opened one jar and handed the other to Linda. Then, she poured the contents of the jar all over Tracy’s cunt area, and forced some of the substance inside her. I thought back. It had been one day shy of two weeks since Cayuse and I had trailed them to that smokeless campsite. I’d had reservations about coldblooded killing. I’d been wrong.Well, they were three dead men. Rosie, we’d have to see.Cayuse and I rode steady. We’d rest our mounts and the packhorse when they needed it. We were two days behind and would have been losing ground except for Rosie and that sodbuster plow horse.It felt more like revenge than rescue. More like stealth than speed.. It was not a question. “Sandra’s been telling me all about you”.“Not everything I hope”, I blushed remembering how Sandra had insisted on knowing all about my small penis hang-up with Frank.We chatted amicably among ourselves about nothing of consequence other than Steven’s lifestyle in Hong Kong.“Married”? I ventured. My words were out before I could stop them. What a fool he must think me to be so unguardedly open. Why is it, I thought, that at 47 I could still lose my confidence and feel. She wanted him to reach out and grab her. She needed to feel his skin pressed against hers. But he just stood there waiting.Janelle leaned in to kiss him and reached for his shirt to unbutton it. He kissed her back but remained motionless otherwise, waiting for her to remove it herself. He knew it was driving her crazy and secretly loved the thought of turning her little game back on her. She opened her mouth, trying to urge something out of him. He pulled back and looked her over. "Fuck, baby,.