She didn’t have much choice about the delay in her rescue, but she didn’t like letting me out of her sight. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. ...ake my wife Millie? Sure. My mistress Ceecee? Maybe, if it wasn’t too formal. However, someone who was going to leave me the second I got her pregnant? How would I introduce her?I was sure the Monty Python people would know the exact best way to explain her presence. Something that included ‘bimbo’ and ‘knocked up’, I was sure. How did they describe. Marshall got up and went to prepare the barbecue and I let my eyes drift over to where Mrs. Marshall sat. I could see where Carol got her good looks. Mrs. Marshall was about 39; she had silky blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. Her long slim legs were crossed and with the short dress she was wearing I could see her firm thighs clearly, the thought of what was hidden behind those thighs had me rock hard. I was trying hard to concentrate on the questions she was asking me when she slowly. Nobody else has figured it out, I've been checking. So itjust looked to him like Debbie and some girl, and he won't say anythingabout _that_. She'll just threaten to stop dating him, and he'll fallinto line." I wanted to laugh at Gary being pussy whipped, but I was in noposition. Not in this dress. "Besides, I don't think it would damage anything. If someone heardabout it, they'd just go, 'Oh, it's Debbie, it figures.'" I thought about it, and she was right. That's what I would. Jack had taken only four steps through the door when there was the CRACK! of a pistol shot and Jack fell to the floor. Bill looked around for the source of the shot and saw a puff of powder smoke at the door of a room toward the back of the cantina. He got just a glimpse of Jake Blade's face as he ducked back into the room.Bill's choice was to chase after Blade or to try to help Jack, and he chose to help his friend. Bill ran the few steps to where Jack was lying and found that he was not.