His horse moved just as I fired, so that I did not hit Sanchez with an immediately fatal wound. The bullet appeared to hit him in the side and glance ...ff a rib.Sanchez reacted in such a way that I knew that I had hit him, but it was not enough to kill him right then. The best I could hope for was a lingering death, which I thought was a good idea, but it was not one I could depend on. Anyway, Sanchez rode away as fast as his horse could run and I could see that he was in considerable pain. His. I had been alone in May, I needed to be alone now. I drove along the road and tried to imagine how it must have appeared to him, to the driver. I tried to see what he saw, and how he could not have seen what he should have. I imagined a woman on the road. I saw her in my mind, wearing a dark blue sweat suit, jogging along the side of the road with her ponytail bobbing through the back of her baseball cap. My hands grasped the wheel hard and I nearly cried out. I wanted to scream at her, call. " She smiled. "And you have Lynne to thank for it. She's the one who introduced me to their pleasures."Ellen was amazed. "God!" She dropped her hand between her own thighs and rubbed her pussy. "It's been so long since I've been fucked." Just saying the word had her in spasms."Then what are we waiting for," Lynne giggled. She scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the stalls. "Who do you want?"Ellen twisted her head. "Bring that beautiful white Arabian over here. I'm gonna suck out his. But, on the plus side, you'll earn more doing anal."Her head fell again, and she took a big, ragged, sobbing breath, followedby a bite of food, since I'd told her to eat. She still had to obey me."Of course, you could resist. But then instead of being a whore inAmerica, you'd be a whore in Bangkok. You remember what that's like,right?"Sami never made eye contact, but she said, "Yes, I remembeh."At the end of the meal, which passed in stilted silence, I called her anUber. She paused at the door.