He emptied his canteen to wash out both sides and then used a little of his spare rotgut to help out. The sting of the stuff was almost as bad as the ...hock of being shot or at least a close second. He stripped the yahoo of his gunbelt and took the contents of his pockets with him before he rolled him into the ravine at the side of the trail. Brett figured bushwhackers did not deserve the dignity of a burial and he was in no shape to be digging anyway. The man had a wanted poster in his pocket. I picked up the brandy glass and held it so that my palm would slightly warm the liquid, and took a puff of my cigar. Mr. Spurgeon nodded in approval. I’d apparently passed the first test.“Tell me about your business,” he said, indicating a very comfortable leather chair for me to sit in.I sat down, and he sat in a similar chair next to mine.“This is my second business,” I said. “I started my first one when I was fifteen.”I related the story of the computer dating software, the formation of AP. The final bell rang and we went on to bed. The next morning we both got upand grabbed our things and headed to the showers. There were about 7 or 8 girls in the shower. A couple of timesduring my shower I had that nagging feeling of being watched and turned to see Carmen looking at me again. When wegot back to the room, I confronted her about it. She said she was sorry, but she had always wanted to wear her hairlonger like mine and her mother would never let her. And now that she was old. She left it on her bedside table. When doing the beds her mother found the bottle and asked Lucy what she had been doing with it. Lucy, always very open with her mother, said how it was ‘stretching’ my Willie. Her mother asked her to show just how this was happening. Lucy brought me into the bedroom and showed her mother what she did. With her mother watching I became hard and ‘stuck out’, as Lucy called it, even quicker than usual. Her mother asked whether anything came out of my Willie since.