I stood up, excusing myself and walked up the single step to the stage and quietly sat down at the marvelous old dark brown piano. I put my hands down...making a chord, and it sounded perfectly tuned.I looked over at my date, and said, “Come on up and sing a song for your supper, Ally?”Cracking my fingers first, she came up making me think of Jessica Rabbit. However, I began a perfect song for this place and it even had an old-fashioned opening piano motif... MS. ALICE JEAN GUTHRIEThis day and. Thanks a bunch i thought, i was looking forward to going to bed, locking my door and stripping naked to finish what had been started earlier, but now thats off the menu. The last guests finally left and the catering team had cleared most of the mess and were ready to leave the rest till morning, they had thoughtfully left a few trays of food on the kitchen table which i was tucking into. My brother asked again if i wanted a lift home, my sister told him she wanted me to stay to help her clean. "What the fuck's going on? What's with the gun?" he whined.He was confused as to what was taking place, but the sight of the shotgun had him worried, so worried that he had lost his hard- on, along with his desire to fuck the young girl. All he wanted to do was get his ass out of there."I don't know what the fuck's on your minds, but I ain't got time to screw around with a couple of wackos! I'm gettin' the hell out of here!" Naw, I don't think you're going anywhere, at least not until we get. Tabatha had no idea what that might be used for, so she sat down next to the woman and touched her arm. By now, word of Tabatha's special way of speaking had passed around the women, and the woman making the paste wasn't nearly as frightened as Moba had been.This woman's name was Agat, and she was making medicine. When the men went hunting, there were usually one or two who came back wounded. This paste was to be applied to the wound to keep it from bleeding.Tabatha asked where the powder came.