And may she see that your bra fits properly.You can't become a woman in that Beauty Salon. You are not worthy. You canbecome, as you are forced to exp...rience all the tortures a man could faceat the hands of women, only a third rate semi-female, not allowed to orcapable of having the title of Miss or Mrs. You may become semi-pretty.Your hair may be curled and your face precisely made up. But because yourwoman wants you to suffer, there will always be something about you whichis not truly. She seemed less reluctant than I was. When I told my boss that we would comply with his request, he said he would pay off my student loans.Still, we did not enjoy rewarding him. When he came to my apartment, he was the perfect guest. He made a point of examining the books I had in my book shelves, said he was impressed, and commented on several he had read himself. He tried to make conversation with us. Neither of us felt like saying very much.After dinner my boss asked my finance to sit on his. Now we’ll not only lose time here, when we hit them damn mountains, that’ll slow us down too.” The engineer was standing on the wooden loading platform, bitching at the depot agent as El walked up.The depot agent never said a word as he hooked his thumb toward Eli standing near the engineer, then grinned when the short fat railroad man turned to see the tall Indian standing near him with his saddle thrown over his shoulder.“I just wanted to tell you that we have twenty six horses in that cattle. He'd taken a shower last night, and his face was still smooth enough. After dressing, he ran a brush through his hair and called it good. With the sun fully up now, he felt the warmth of its light on his face. He touched the curtains covering the window, feeling how thin and frail they really were. They did the job he needed them to, but they wouldn't be enough for Elaina.Frowning thoughtfully, he checked the time again and decided to forego breakfast in favor of a new project he'd thought of..