” Yuming nodded. She ran her fingers through her thick black hair and scowled at the fistful of orange flakes. “At least they don’t adhere like ...litter.”“Um, I’ll take the left shower,” Dashawn decided, “Would you be offended if I invited some of your girls to join me?”“I don’t think I’d be offended...” I got glares from Marin, Pat, and Yuming. “I think you’ll offend a number of them based who you choose to ask and which order you do it in. And you’ll be offended by how quick the no’s. ‘The work of a sound professional.’ ‘Thank you. I do them myself.’ She quipped. ‘Your business. I see that you’ve had it now for about five years. What sort of work do you do? If I may ask.’ ‘You may, and have I might point out.’ She replied. ‘I am, a talent agent of sorts.’ The expression on her face changed to that of subtle humor as she rolled her eyes skyward. ‘Really? That sounds fascinating. Actors, singers, that sort of thing?’ I asked. She summed me up momentarily, and unbuttoned her. He wondered why he was always surprised that the Patron knew everything that happened on this barren and rocky hilltop. This wasn't the first time that he and his family had been caught trying to pull a fast one on Senor Yay. Seven steers though, that would be a lot for them to simply walk away from. He looked down and noticed for the first time that the rawhide hammer guard on the Patron's pistola had been slipped off. He finally made his decision."I will ride there immediamente Patron, to. If she called I would go to her regardless of the consequences to my marriage, or hers. I knew it wasn't right, but I knew that I couldn't stop myself.The call didn't come from Becky; it came from my son Steve. "Dad, I'm going out of town on business for a couple of days and I told Becky she could call you if she needed anything. Is that okay with you?"Oh God, I thought, this is bad. It's not right, what is going to happen is not right. Steve's voice cut into my thoughts, "Dad? Are you there?".