“It started like they always do. A bad guy is chasing me and I can’t get away. No matter what I do he gains on me. I can’t scream and can barely...move. Usually he jumps on me and I fight. The harder I fight the stronger he gets. At some point,” she pauses for a moment, “he rapes me…and more. This time it was different.”She stops, looks around, stares at me. Sitting up, she pulls knees to chest, considering, looking toward river, brows furrow. She looks at me wordlessly, deeply. I see it all. She was a rather stern-laced lady from London with her hair swept back and combed hard almost dominatrix style. She also wore a very tight, tailored, female version of a business suit. From her demeanour and her appearence it was obvious that she was a dominant (if not butch) dyke. A real lesbian with no time for men.Ah..she said you must be Jane? When I said yes, she ran her eyes up and down me. Can you twirl she said so I did as ahe asked. I hoped she liked what she saw. Very nice she said,. My wife left early as usual to go to work and Marie was in the pool that morning swimming laps in the pool. I had just finished making coffee when I noticed her getting out of the water completely naked! Marie walked directly into the kitchen nude! I was shocked at first because I was not used to seeing her naked in my own home.She told me to relax and that Sara (my wife) would not be home til later tonight. She again told me this was her plan and that she loved me. She was going to be my lover. “He’s hungry, Joe, he said he was hungry.”“I heard him, go tell Alma to get him some food,” Joe said.“Gotta shit,” the marshal said.“You stay, I’ll get the food. It’s your fault he’s here anyway,” Joe said and ran from the barn.When Joe came back, Alma and Hamp were with him. Marshal Duncan was sitting with his butt hung across the bottom rail of the horse stall, his hands shackled. He was spraying shit everywhere.“Damn, he’s got the scours. Larry, you’re cleaning his ass up,” Hamp told.