We spent a couple days hanging out together, fixing stuff around the house, shooting, and drinking some beer. On Thursday night my sister Jenny calle.... She talked to my dad a long time. I could hear him console her about something. Then he said sure and handed me the phone. Hey baby sis, what’s up I answered. Oh my god it is so good to hear your voice, glad they have not killed you yet she laughed That is not nice I know I know, hey we are going to have a party this weekend in the dorms. " Jocelyn started to say, but Sharon cut her off."Bart, promise me."She sat up, as if to add emphasis.He smiled."I promise," he said."Good. Now, I guess we have to report this to the police, and..." Ma'am, I'd really rather you didn't do that."Jocelyn stared at him questioningly."No matter what happens, can't turn out good for me, know what I'msayin'? Most likely, I'll be just another psycho homeless guy, and thismotherfucker will be the sympathetic victim. And even if Ron Kuby ridesto the. Now, I had a lot of questions about this. Mind you, I didn't ask them so much, but I had 'em. If you remember what I said earlier in this story, DeadAndBack used to be mated to Mustache whose real name was BrightWind, when he was living in the cave and being chief hunter. I'd not heard a word from Mustache since I last saw her months ago with the new baby. After I'd patched Dead back up from the invader assault, Mustache just seemed to fade into the background. Any time we visited, she hung. ”“Stop using that language to me and I’ve told you to getout.”“I don’t think you understand me,” I said, “unless youdo exactly as I say, Dad’s going to hear about you “job”and all of our neighbors will find out what you do atthese so called bookmakers.”“You wouldn’t dare,” she said.“Just try me,” I replied. “It’s very simple, either youdo as I tell you or all the whole town will soon knowyour nothing more than a prostitute.”“Now as I said before, get those pants off! I want agood look at.