“I know I am asking a lot from you, and I wouldn’t blame you for wanting out of this shithole. Hahira is boring as fuck, but it’s my playground....I don’t have any competition here. I don’t have anyone messing with me. I am the lion on the plains here. It’s nice and uncomplicated. I wouldn’t ask you to stay if I didn’t consider it a personal favor. You know what I mean?”“Consider it done, Victor,” Mike assured him that we’d stay. Mike made us drag our titties through mud, gravel and hard rocks. " Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll never forgive you!" Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," he said slyly, as I felt his hand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly."Mark!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival was so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off on one side."Bye, babe. I told Jerry I'd be right over. I'll swing by every once in a while," Mark gave me a big kiss, squeezed my rear one more. I was quickly reminded by White Buck that I was now obligated to wear my new war bonnet whenever I went to Comancheria. One thing for sure, it was even bigger bait for Comanches than was a mule. I was now a marked man!Oh, no! Fawn was already after me to take her on my next foray into Comancheria. Not only that, both Spring Flower and Honey Bee wanted to go, too. Dammit, what was I going to do when other women and girls started badgering me to take them along? I knew Spring Flower and Honey Bee. The door had only opened a crack -- just enough for her to see that it was Jonas Stillwell standing there, silhouetted against the lighted hall as he turned to pull the door shut again.She lay there for a long time, wondering why he had looked in on her. Could something be happening out there that might make it easy to escape now? It just wasn't routine for anyone to look in unless they were bringing food, announcing bath time, or conning to get her for a sexual bout.One thing she knew: Jonas.