I was flung to the ground,dazed, reeling from the blow – my face was numb fromthe sudden force applied to my cold cheek. ‘Bitch!’ I ...e screamed. Me eyes were closed, I wascringing on the ground. Then I felt hands grab my upperarms, and as I re-opened my eyes I was hauled to myfeet. He had a hand gripping each arm. I was limp, stilldazed and he tossed me to two of his friends. Theycaught me, twisting my arms behind me. I opened mymouth, a small protest escaping my lips.. A little bit of history first. Many years ago, I was put into a cell with Kenny up at Territorial Prison. I was in for cattle stealing. Yes, that's right, your sheriff was in prison for rustling. I had no education at all and was as dumb as a duck. However, luck was riding with me. Kenny was there for killing a former friend. Seventeen years he had served already and had three to go. We made a deal. I would do some of his work so he could survive and he in return would educate me."We paid for. Some or all of our descendants would inherit immortality too. I imagine our descendants will gain benefits in proportion to their quality of character, but that remains to be seen; I'm flexible about issues like that, especially as I imagine my descendants' mothers will have strong opinions on the matter.It might be fun to have various numbers of spare vials in some dimensions, just to see what happens. I'd fill them with some very exotic liquids - for which there are many sources throughout. One morning she was getting the shopping list together and Jan emptied a small box on the kitchen counter. "Would you kindly keep your own shit, lady. My purse is cluttered enough as it is."Cindy looked at the materials that dumped out. Jan said casually, "By the way, I thought you were the banker? Don't you know enough to sign your credit cards? Anyone could pick one of these up, sign your name, and use it."Cindy looked at the cards. There was an American Express card, a MasterCard, and a Visa.