She jerked her hips, splilled her drink and spun around trying to determine who had zapped her. This was going to be fun.I'd wait until she was in a s...rious conversation with a guy or a girl and start slowly raising the intensity and I could see her squirm. Her husband was watching and seeming to really enjoy the show. I wondered who had the control for my wife. I was keeping an eye on her and she didn't seem to be getting any stimulation. I walked over to talk to her and asked her if it was. She wore no makeup. Her dark complected skin was smooth except for some lines right around her brows, as if she often squinted. She had taken to wear Gunnar computer readers just to make her eyes look a little darker. She missed her Western clothes, but she can’t wear them in Afghanistan. She mused that it was not easy being a rebel, so many times in her life. She had rebelled three times, seeking to control her own fate, so placing her fate in the hands of others just… made her feel uneasy.. “I reckon I knew all along this day would come, I was hoping I’d get to finish up my doings here in Kansas and ride on out before it was pointed out who I really am. I hope you don’t think I’m ashamed of who I am, it’s just that I don’t know how to handle all this.”“Just be who you are Tom, you’ll be all right. If I know you, this won’t change the way you look at people, but it’ll sure change the way people look at you.”“Thanks again Sheriff, I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you ‘n. I can't let them kill Mom, but then again, I can't kill this person, either – this Art Hanes. Why do these people want him killed, anyway, and why have they picked me to do it? If they have the resources to get a gun past all the security out here, surely they could get a professional to do this thing. You read about hit men in fiction novels and you see them in movies. I suppose there are real assassins out there somewhere. Why don't they pay one of them to do this? Why are they destroying my.