He was a notorious train robber and had a price of $800 on his head. It was the Texas Central RR that was offering the reward. He had not done anythin... to justify that the state post a reward on him. There were legal technicalities that caused that distinction, but they made no difference to me. I could earn that $800 if I could capture Wainwright, and that was all that I cared about. I stopped by the train station and picked up a Wainwright poster so that I would have his picture.I did not. “Robert, I have to go to work. I cannot stay home and play.”“Mommy, you can’t leave me like this all day. Look at me. Look at our friend Willy. We need your immediate assistance, Miss Cindy. Please? We are both crazy about you.” He looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes while sporting the biggest boner I had ever seen; the irony was obvious.I sat staring for several seconds, contemplating my options here. How did my world change so dramatically and so quickly? How did I become responsible. She had run over something on the road and had blown a tire. She had put the spare on and now she needed a new spare. I sold her the tire and had it mounted and balanced and as she was writing me the check to pay the bill she looked at her watch and said, "It's lunch time and I owe you a cup of coffee. Is there a decent place close by?"What I really wanted to say was "Yes. My apartment is just five minutes from here" but what I actually said was "There is a Denny's just down the street." She. " "Yes, Sir. I... I can do it," she whispered. I wondered whether she was trying to convince herself. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" She shook her head and I smiled. "Good. Okay, you can go now." She slid her ass across the bench seat and stood, straightening her skirt and looking around. I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was trying to figure out who might see her with her bra in her hand. "Hurry up or I'll smack your ass right here," I said, grinning. Taking a deep.