Brad Zimmerman was the supervising analyst at the duty desk. He was doing paperwork when Bob walked in. He looked up, said, "Be with you in a sec," an... went back to the paperwork. Bob got a cup of coffee from the carafe in the coffee maker, and picked up a donut. He'd eaten about half of it when Brad put his pen down and spoke."You have two weeks of comp time coming," he said."Say what?" Bob stared."Compensation for working that executive assistance gig the other day." Comp time," said Bob.. Casey, tell us something about yourself," I commanded the girls, while June winked at us."Gwen Evans, right? Casey Jones here. Yeah, funny, I know. But that's my maiden name and I like being named after a hero. I reverted to it on purpose when I divorced that jackal Percy. He's your type. Perhaps you can get with him when you tire of Dafyd. I don't care. What I do care about it is that your ex-husband is going to fuck my ass right on camera for your viewing pleasure."Let me guess, you don't. ..Heroine of the Wild West...primed and ready for action. In a blur of motion...the buxom masked maiden of justice...ran like the animal she was named after...at blinding speed through the town. On the way she sped past the Marshall's Office..where her husband John was on his horse with young Billy Ingram..getting ready to take him home.The horse reared on its hind legs as the beauteous masked woman sped past in a blur. "Whoa boy!..What in blazes..It's..It's the Princess Puma!" gasped Marshall. I wash my hair using the caramel shower gel, knowing how much he likes the scent. After my shower, I get dressed especially for him. I put on a purple lingerie set that I bought last weekend with today in mind. A white blouse, short black skirt and high heels complete my outfit. Using a pencil I put my long blonde hair up to keep it out of my face and neck. It’s still dripping wet. I am ready. When I walk into the living room, he turns his head to welcome me with a smile. Almost immediately I.