Miss Jones' floodlights signal the end of the party. Jerry's sister hands me a towel and lets me help her dry off. She suggests that I walk Gina home....e talk about ninth grade and the subjects we plan to take. "Carla was disappointed that your brother didn't come," she says. I feel her hand rub against mine."Jerry's sister?" Carla Kinsley. Don't you know her name?" she asks. I take her hand and as we approach a streetlight I see her looking at me. Her hand feels small and soft."He couldn't make. I slid my arm under his and lifted him up and stood him against the wall with the heater, his skin was icy cold. I leaned him against the shelf and went to my dresser and grabbed a couple of big towels. I placed one over his head and rubbed his shoulders. I took the second towel and starting on his upper back wiped his skin dry. I wiped down his back and over his tight smooth ass and down his legs. I brought the towel around to his front and wiped his body, up his legs, across his crotch and. .. a situation where we’d be outnumbered and at a bad tactical disadvantage.”Which, now that I thought about it, was sort of my Little River plan. To one degree or another, I was the law here. Not officially, but in practical terms. The whores and a few other people relied on me. And I tried to operate in a non-shooting way whenever I could. So far, so good.A couple of small businesses — a mercantile store and the barbershop — had sent a runner to find me. Just the usual drunk nonsense, but I. The bed sheet was stained with my protégé’s blood and I knew I had finally been denied that sweet fruit. My anger boiled like the water I had the servants take for their bathing. I could barely bring myself to gaze upon Madeleine and inwardly cursed her for a whore. The following morning the Mistress allowed Madeleine to leave to visit her mother and return the following evening. I was hoping she might miss her curfew that I might be given the opportunity to take my friend, the long, slender.