The plan will take shape against the backdrop of my second favorite holiday: Halloween. The fun will begin at dusk, in a few short hours. I head insid... to start getting ready. Hanging on my closet door is my costume, which is sure to ignite the wrath of The Welcome Wagon all over again. It’s a dominatrix outfit…black leather corset with garters, short leather skirt, fishnet stockings and spiked heeled boots, plus a riding crop and some chains as accessories. My plan is to make some eyes pop,. And he introduced me to the rest. Then in order.Andy Talor, the sheriff. I looked behind him for Barney Fife, his deputy. Fortunately, there wasn’t one. Andy looked behind himself to see who I was looking for before realizing it. “Naw, I’m not that, Andy.”Doctor Rollin ‘Moss’ Stone or Moss, director of the Agricultural Research Station. “My friends call me ‘Moss.’” I didn’t make the connection. He went on, “As in ‘A rolling stone gathers no moss.’ Someone tagged me with that from my grad days,. Mene bohot wait kiya tho finally on 31st i muze ek call aya. Waha se ek lady ki awaj ayi jo ki kuch rich and attitude type ki lagi. Tho usse meri normal conversation hui aur usne kaha ki jo bolenge sab karna padega. No excuses.I agreed for all conditions aur sham ko usne muze place batayi. Me waha jake time pe ruk gaya. It was a cafe. 1 hour baad uska call aya. Usne kaha ek cab bhej di hai usme ja k baith jao. Driver ko sab info bata diya h. Tho me batayi hui cab me ja ke beth gaya. Driver muze. Grateful Abigail did not have far to walk with her crutches, we made our way to my temporary quarters, a fine private bedroom of almost thirty square meters. Abigail seemed stunned by the beauty of the countryside outside the bay windows.I nodded as she smiled at me. "The countryside here is river valleys crossing in an east- west direction. I know, it's very beautiful."She nodded and then saw her marriage book upon the bed. It contained a description of me and all the rules and regulations I.