Where will you be staying in D.C.? Perhaps we can all have dinner and discuss this. Would you like to look over our basic contract as we ride the trai... to D.C.?”“How far is it to D.C. from here? Maybe we can meet in the diner car? I’ll buy you and Izzy a big steak if they cook them on this train.”“Marshal Crow, we’ll meet you in the diner car in a few minutes, it will take us a bit to arrange passage for me since I just walked off the train to Chicago and have no ticket.”“There’s a ticket. "With that her eyes got all misty and those pretty little red lips allpouty. She pulled a hanky out of her purse and dabbed at her eyes."We, we, we got a ransom note. They said if we called the cops, they'dkill daddy."Now it became as clear as glass filled with mineral oil ready to be usedfor a rubdown. Daddy, as she was called, ran a chain a lady's clubs inCastro, where the girls could stuff dollar bills into the empty jockstrappouches of the go-go tomboys who perambulated along the stage and. Both times she told him no, and then after the second time she also told the principal. Until now, I never knew why he was fired. From that point on we talked about the crazy shit that happened while we were in high school. It was just after I poured us our second Bloody Mary when I said, “So Tara, you started to tell us about Ms. Cooper…” “Oh yeah,” Tara said, “You want to hear about it, I mean all of it, it gets kinky…” “Umm, yeah,” I said, “But only if you want to tell us.” “Sure Hon’,”. She would be home mid-afternoon. She left her cell number, in case Cassidy needed anything. Cassidy looked around the small kitchen until she found some bagels and cream cheese. Locating the upscale toaster had taken awhile, since it blended into the rest of the chrome in the room. Shaking her head at the modern decorating style, Cassidy sat down to eat her breakfast and plan her day. After breakfast and a long bubble bath, Cassidy dressed in one of her favorite outfits. It wasn’t one that she.