She stood looking at the Mexican as he jumped to his feet and grabbed his saddle. His saddle fell from his horse and he fell flat on his naked ass in ...he dust and horse shit. The Mexican leaped to his horse’s back once more and with his Pinto in at a gallop, he rode naked down the street, yelling and cussing in Spanish. His shirt, gun belt and britches lay on the ground in front of the cantina.“Hey little girl, you want to come back in here and dance naked on the bar for us? We’ll pay you ten. “Well, unless you have mistaken me for the Goodyear blimp,” she said while chewing, “you don’t know me.”Fighting the temptation to probe her, I asked, “Then how did you know my name?”“Oh. Sorry,” she said before taking a good-sized bite out of her taco. “We have chemistry together. I thought you were pretty funny telling Speilman your name and shit like that, so I remembered your name.”“I see,” I said, relaxing from sensing she was telling the truth.“So, you live in the dorms?”“Yeah. In Shaffer. “Why did you do that? I mean, why did you touch that beast?”Yeah, why indeed? After all, I really hated these Trolls for what they had done.“I don’t know,” I replied when I turned to look Elof. “Maybe I considered it as a courtesy. After all, they seem fearless fighters even if I don’t accept what they did.”Somehow, I just couldn’t explain to them the feelings that I had received through that magic drop since that’s what they were: feelings. If there was some hidden magic behind them, it was. Your tattooed makeup isstanding up nicely. It is beginning to fade a bit, but we'll touch itup, and you'll look beautiful." I sat at the vanity, and Mistress Nancy began to apply some touch up to my face. We made some girly talk while she worked. "Well Andrea, you had your chance to get away, but you chose not to. Are you sorry you came back?" "I thought that I was doing quite well with my training. I never even thought about Mistress Betty forcing me to be married to someone. I guess I wasn't.