" "I want each of you to walk over here and introduce yourselves to me, Tamiwill show you how it is to be done." "Tami you may begin." "Yes Sir"... "W...tchand do as she does and when it is your turn you will do so as well." Tami walked over to Mr. Smythe "How do you do Mr. Smythe; my name is Tamihow may I be of service to you today?" Tami picked up her fathers' hand andplaced it on her breast. And as she introduced herself he slid his hand underher gown and squeezed her ass softly.... The. The horses were saddled and the mules were on lead lines hooked to the wagons. We were as ready to go as we ever would be.Mark came riding by a few minutes before seven and stopped for a minute. "It looks like everyone is hitched up at least," he said. "We had people on the last wagon train I took out who had a hard time getting their mules or oxen hitched. It'll be interesting to see how things go today. I'm hoping we can make fifteen miles, but I wouldn't wager on it." Well, you're the one. I bound her thus. Her own hands touched herself. I turned her over on toher belly. It was something we had both read once in the manuscript. I lita new white candle from the one on the table. I began to drip wax, from a height,into the wounds across her back that a whip had made.... + Have I invented that? That the scene in which wax is dripped on the woundsof the whip derives from the manuscript? I cannot be sure. The dictionary of dreams is all I have beside my bed andit is silent upon this. "No, I'm being realistic. She's much younger and there is plenty to fill her days and nights without an old man hanging around."She looked a bit angry. "Don't go feeling sorry for yourself. There are a number of women, some even in relationships, who would jump at a chance at you. First, you aren't old. Second, there is something sexily attractive about you. I feel it. Joyce and Jane both feel it. Neither of them has been warned away by another woman either like I have."I said, "We'll see what.