He’d just sleep in the truck… but he needed a shower. Damn Lance! He cursed under his breath, glaring at the door as he passed it. Finally he made...it to Lacey’s door and he took a deep breath, removing his hat from his head and gently knocked on the door, half-hoping she wouldn’t answer, the other half begging that she would. Lacey stopped mid-motion of drying her still damp hair, the hair dryer flipping off as she turned her head a bit to look at the door. Her eyebrows knit together, and she. "You were, Sam. He never would have survived prison if it hadn't been for you. Do it. If not for him, then for me. You are close to me as well."I couldn't deny what she was saying and finally I agreed. It came time. "I have been asked to say a few words about my friend, Kenny Ryeback. A little bit of history first. Many years ago, I was put into a cell with Kenny up at Territorial Prison. I was in for cattle stealing. Yes, that's right, your sheriff was in prison for rustling. I had no. As she did so, in time to the music, she reached behind her back and lowered the zip on her little black dress. As the back fell open it confirmed that she had indeed chosen not to wear a bra. The skin of her back was beautiful. She slowly pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down to her hips. Still not turning to show me anything, she danced some more and them, placing her fingers back into the dress she pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. I was right about the. But the lighting in that room, was not the cause of his joy. That cause, was the solitary chair, directly in the center of the otherwise empty room. He fairly flew those last 2 feet, and sat slowly on the chair. Suddenly a voice, very firm, but very feminine said, Mistress Kaylene is in your presence...Kneel at my feet!! He immediately sank to the floor, and lowered his face, til his nose touched the cheap carpet. She then cracked her whip, and with visible effort he rose slowly, peering.