” “Uncle Jim,” she replied, “I’m nineteen now. I think I can keep a secret.” “I mean, if I give you a drink, if you were to tell someone... I would get in trouble….” I started to say before she quickly interrupted me. “Trust me, Uncle Jim, please…..I’ve been drinking since I was fifteen. No one will know, unless you tell them”, she retorted. Against my better judgment, I gave in and made her a Dirty Banana…and another…and another. Soon we were giggling like little k**s. We get along so well, I. "No place else to sit," commented Mitch.Kris wondered if that meant the lawman didn't want to sit with a suspect, or if it was merely an apology for forcing his presence on a lone diner. He decided to take the middle road."You're welcome any time," he said."Well thanks," said Mitch, his eyebrows rising. "A lot of people don't have that kind of attitude toward me." Don't know why," said Kris. "You're just doing the job they hired you to do." Yeah, well, they all seem to want me to enforce the. An even nicer surprise was who was waiting for me when they wheeled me in. It was Millie! And damned if she wasn't crying too. Between her and my mother, you would have thought it was a wake.Taking the offered hand, I chided, "Hey, take it easy. The bullet didn't do nearly as much damage as it might have and I'm going to be just fine, OK?" Don't be so darned clinical," she came back, sniffling. "It's a woman's prerogative to be emotional. Jeez, Kevin, I almost died when I heard about it on the. Or maybe she just figured there would be no way I could 'hold' her towel again and still control myself.When I did wake, it was from something tapping on my head. I moved my jaw and felt that my gag had been removed, and as I opened my eyes, the very first thing I saw were those boots. Well, one of them anyway, the other was nudging my head to wake me up. So sexy, so commanding. I don't know what came other me, but without being told to, I moved towards the planted boot and slowly began to lick.