"WHAT'S... YOUR... NAME?" Jer- Jeremy. Everybody calls me Jerry. Jerry Morgan. What's going on? Where am I?" You're doing fine, Jerry. Just keep hangi...g in there. You're in an ambulance. We'll be at the hospital in just a few minutes." Doctor, I've been here a week now and nobody'll tell me what's going on. I'm still mostly numb from the waist down, but at least I can move my legs. I'll be all right, won't I? Won't I?"Well, Jerry, in a way you've been very fortunate. If that passing motorist. “Your wife sure loves you,” she said, “You still have one surprise left in store for you.” she grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. She was still fully naked, well except for her shoes, but was carrying her clothes. She brought me back to my seat, and whispered in my ear, “I hope you are ready for this.” Then she pointed to the booth and the next girl’s music sounded, announcing her arrival on stage.I looked up and could only see the dancers silhouette at first. Her hourglass figure. Mary Whittle, the widow of the man who started the Indian trouble two days outside Grand Island. They were close to the same age and had become attracted to each other. Her two sons, Johnathon and Abner, got along well with Tom, so that barrier was not really there. The attraction was strong enough that Tom had started taking his meals with Mary and the boys, rather than with the other guards.Since they both were in their late 20s, a few tongues did wag, but were shushed up when the older heads. Tell her I'll meet up with her as soon as I can." I turned and went back to Susan. I told her to go with Sam to find Tamara.I edged up to the front of the store and sure enough, the young man whose nose I had broken was standing across the street in the plaza. A couple of minutes later two more guys walked up. They did their gang handshake and he pointed over to the store where I was watching. I didn't think they could see me.My cell phone rang. It was Sam. He told me all the women were at the.