Word of mouth among the peddlers, and other road warriors, brought more business each night.At the pool, Lynn said to Betty. "How much money do you ma...e?" Standard rates for salesman." What is that?" Ten for a blow job. Twenty-five for fifteen minutes of missionary. Fifty for a half hour, and you can use my butt. One hundred for you and your buddies to use me for two hours."Lynn's mouth opened wide in awe. Her hand rose to cover her mouth. "Betty, How much money do you make a night?" Not that. When she arrived it had been the trip from hell! Her head was pounding and she just wanted to go to bed. I felt bad for her, but at the same time this was an opportunity for me. We agreed after a good rest we would have a nice time together in the morning. I told her that I had just had a long nap to be ready to have fun with her, but wasn't tired now. She knew that I had been working all these hours and wanted some fun time as well. I told her I was going to go down to the hotel bar for a few. The look on everyone’s face told the story, that it affected everyone the same. The moment sobered the men from their intoxicated revelry, as the women went about washing and re-dressing Fletcher’s body. A sombre pall was cast over the excitement of earlier, as memories of Fletcher were shared by those that knew of him. Not much was said, as he had lived a lonely existence and the animals had become his only true friends. Arabella gave orders for two men to start digging a grave for him, at. Although Rockwell was a highly decorated combat veteran with three tours of duty in Iraq I didn't like his strong armed tactics with the troops and I didn't like his attitude towards me. He was a huge man standing almost 6' 5" and weighing around 250 pounds most of which was solid muscle. I knew that he didn't like me, hell he probably didn't like any officer much less a brand new second lieutenant. I heard the door to the office slam shut and I jumped at the sound. It didn't take him long to.