Make sure to mention to Mister Bush that I would appreciate some of his time. This afternoon would be good, if possible.”“Yes, sir.” He left to ...o about his duties, and I thought about him for a second. He was now my Deputy Chief of Staff, a big step up from the Vice President’s Chief of Staff. He’d been with me just over a year now, since when he came on board with me after Springboro. I’d been using him as a combination Chief of Staff and body man. Deputy Chief of Staff meant I’d need to find. He closes his robe to returns to her with a large bottle of lubricant and a large bulge in his robe.“You please me, Carla,” he replies instead of answering. She is anxious, curious, on edge, trembling with nervous excited energy, mystified but entranced. He grasps her ankles and turns her body sideways in the bed. “You're small and flexible, Carla.” He slowly lifts her legs, bending her, inexorably pulling her ankles over her head until she is doubled over, knees beside her ears. She rolls,. ”He got up. “Luckily, psychological issues are my specialty. Mrs. Belvue, could I please direct your attention to that poster there?”Trish swiveled her chair to look where the doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the famous picture of the kitten hanging from a branch. “Hang in there, baby!” the caption said.“Oh ... my ... God...” said Trish. It was ridiculously cheesy.“I know, right? Isn’t it awesome? Just keep your eyes on it.”She did so. “And Mr. Belvue, please keep a. Bemis strolled into the saloon while I was sitting at a table watching the gambling action. I had not tried to get into the game yet, because I was unable to focus. All I could think about was Liz and me rolling around on my bed. Bemis was a welcomed distraction. He was even welcomer when he handed me twenty-five dollars, my remaining pay from the cattle drive. He looked me up and down, but didn’t comment on my wardrobe.“I did real good, selling the cattle, Ty, so I gave everyone a little.