I grabbed the white labcoat, put it on and buttoned it. A white plastic bag was sitting further down the counter. Inside I found my wet clothes, shoes...and other personal effects. I slowly looked around the funeral home and eventually found a laundry room with a dryer and placed my clothes and shoes in the dryer. Now back to Catherine Wyatt. I now felt after our previous interlude I knew her well enough to call her Catherine.I pulled her left ankle and shoe out from between the table rails and. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn't chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet,. When we got out to the truck, I put the frozen stuff and milk in the insulated cooler that I keep in the back of the cab. I usually keep my beer in there on trips, and most of it fit, as it’s a good size cooler.On the way home, I made a stop at my favorite gun shop. It was getting late, but luckily, they were still open. I said ‘Hi’ to Gary, the owner, as we came in, and started to look at the pump shotguns he had in the racks. I didn’t see anything that interested me until I turned around to. ‘Son of a bitch,’ Ellen said shaking her head in amazement and appreciation. She raised her glass in salute and finished it off as Barbara led the now docile Bobbie Lee down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She stood up, swayed for a second, and then followed along, very curious to see how this was going to play out. Barbara came out of the bedroom about five minutes later, and Ellen was waiting for her, leaning back against the wall, grinning. ‘This might be all right, getting Bobby Lee out.