The phone rang a few times before being answered by abreathless soft girlish voice, "Dolly?" There was hardly a pause."Yes Mister Arnold." The boy had...obviously recognised his voice."So Dolly have you been thinking about Mummy's lovely pretty red pantieson your pillow?"There was a pause."Dolly? Answer me." Yes Mister Arnold, I umm have been thinking about them all day."It all seemed to come out in a rush then."I couldn't concentrate I kept thinking and thinking Mister Arnold." Good Dolly, now. I very distinctly heard her cock the pistol that she had behind her back. I think the Marshal standing outside did too because he immediately stiffened. I knew him, so I quickly told Myrna it was ok."Hey Jon, we brought your truck and Sarah's car back. I have to have you look at them before you sign the release papers, but I don't know why since they were never impounded. We found them in a small clearing with the keys still in them, down at the edge of town. I ain't supposed to tell you this,. "Well done," he said when I reached it. The crowd seemed to appreciate my supposed bravery because they clapped and cheered. I didn't feel at all brave. Numbly I allowed my wrists to be bound and soon my arms were hoisted aloft.Odd how some things pass through your mind at a time like that. The hot sun burned my back and I remembered that I hadn't brought any sunblock. Sunburn was the least of my worries! My tits pressed against the post and I was concerned about getting splinters in them but. Then I realized there were some old clothes, stuck back in the closet, unworn for many years. I knew about what I weighed when I was in them...And so I approached the closet. There was a pair of pants I had last worn eight years earlier. They were fourteen inches in the waist smaller than the pants I had sundered the day I decided to do something positive.And how sweet it was.I hopped on the scales, unafraid. I waited for the digital numbers to stop their flickering, deciding what to say to.