In a microsecond?smicrosecond, the Loner had turned with her bullwhip uncoiled. The lovely Nubian negress flinched, but somehowed she was in no danger... As the Loner recoiled herwhip: ?Stranger?, the nubile negressbegan, ?I?m sheriff of this here town, and what I says, goes. Whether you like it or don?t, ain?t noneof mine. We?s simplefolks here in Tumbleweed. We don?t want no trouble.You?re welcome in this town long as you surrender up that there six-spin onyour horny thigh, and the blacksnake. Morgan's eyebrows raised. Her crossed arms relaxed to her side, and she prodded her chin."As in..." she said."Helen Haverton." Okay legacy," said Morgan. Her attitude changed towards me. Instead of coldness, she offered a sliver of respect. "I'll sponsor you myself. Though you're going through your pledging process like any other, do you understand?" I think I do." 'Think you do'? There's no special treatment here," Morgan said as she glowered towards me. "You will pledge like any other. When she got out of the car to check the damage, she was grabbed by several gang members from the other auto. They forced her inside the car and drove away, taking her to an old warehouse. Once in the warehouse, she was surrounded by a dozen gang members both male and female and told that she had to pay for the damage she had caused. Crying the woman said she would pay for the damage but did not have her purse. Laughing the leader held up her empty purse and told her there was no money or. Or smart women and handsome men. Whatever your flavor. Hey, most people only get half the package. Good looks or intelligence. Only a select few can have both. You know it’s the truth, so live with it. Political correctness causes people to shun the truth these days. I’m not the kind of man who just goes with the flow. I got my own beliefs and I take a stand. Even if it’s unpopular. To hell with society. That’s me, folks. Today is Friday and my friends and I are hanging out in the city of.