This is a done fucking deal with or without your fuckin' help Lou. It's fuckin' done man! You got that? You fucking got it?" Art, 'The Mailman' respon...ed defiantly as he abruptly yanked the nose of the big Cadillac toward the curb, slammed on the breaks and came to a screeching halt. "There's two ways you can go on this ... my way or the highway. What's it gonna be, Lou?"In all the years that he and Art had been partners Louie had never seen Art quite so upset. Louie was well aware that he. Sometimes, though, I worry that I'm becoming like the beast. Devouring innocents. No, that is incorrect, I know I'm becoming like the beast. Perhaps this was the only way to save myself from becoming devoured.I heard a rustling behind me and I needn't look. "I need to get home...", I held up a hand to silence her. Her prattle wasn't as important as what the city had to say, its roar deafening. The intended words were easy to judge, her husband would worry if she was missing much longer. I cared. Terri watched the show with amusement. Then it occurred to her that Obo and Buck could provide some entertainment of a different sort. Terri walked over to the area where the jester had parked his horse trailer and where Buck was tied when not performing. Terri engaged Obo in conversation and made a proposal while pulling a couple bills bearing the likeness of Benjamin Franklin from her purse."Oh my ma'am, I don't know about that," Obo said. "Buck's very reliable and he'll do whatever I tell. " I won't but you have to tell me everything. Now get your ass over hereand help me decide what to wear."Five minutes later Laura was there helping her pick out her outfit forthe day. Tammy stood in pantys and bra looking through her closet as herfriend lay on her stomach across her bed saying yes or no. Finally, shehad what they both deemed the perfect outfit. A three tiered ruffledlight blue mini that came to mid-thigh, a low cut tank style white topwith the words 'Live, Love, Laugh', printed.