They never saw the brothers, but Bill Slaughter saw Tom and grabbed the sleeve of his younger brother, nearly jerking him backwards.“Oren, look over...there at the tall man with the long hair, that’s the deputy that slugged you in the Long Branch that time down in Dodge.”“Damn, you’re right that’s him alright. Joon he’s the sumbitch we told you about that time.”“Well, you two were in the wrong and you know it. You should’ve never slipped off from the herd and rode into Dodge with your guns on. It’s nice to see you weren’t too busy playing to come in. You’re impossible to reach via normal channels. I’ve tried contacting you for the last day and a half.”“We’ve been in the same place. It can’t be that hard to contact us? By the way, these are my mates, Xi and Betty. Next time, be sure to invite all of us. I don’t like abandoning my crew, but your men insisted,” Al said, glancing back at the large guards stationed outside.Lillslik tapped his ear—essentially just a hole in the side of his. He did not make a similar rule about wearing these all the time, so I assumed they were only for occasional usage. Each cuff had a small steel right woven into the leather. To these, he attached steel chains. He ordered me get on the bed on my hands and knees with my arms extended in front of me, which put my butt in the air. He attached each chain to rings on the headboard and then attached another chain to each side of my collar. All the chains were fairly short, so I had little means to move. "Now, let's get those clothes off so we can work with this suit," one of them said as they started to undress him. They did all the work as he was quickly stripped to his shorts. He was surprised, and a little disappointed, when they took the suit and started to dress him. When they were finished, they had him walk around as they watched his movements. The suit felt simply divine against his body. It seemed to move as he moved and complimented his figure. No tight places and fit ever so snug in.