.. I think that I’m falling in love with you, crazy man. It’s rotten luck that way, but at least I got my time with you, however brief it might be...” Margret told me as her parting shot.That gave me pause, of course, to know that my boss, with whom I had a friendship with benefits and who of late was treated as an honorary concubine, felt that strongly about me. I knew that she still missed her ex-husband, who had become a volunteer for the Confederacy and left without her. I knew that she had. Slave was still wearing it's white lingerie, along with the red collar and pink leash. Mistress looked elegant in Her black latex catsuit, thigh high leather boots, and leather gloves as She led Her property away. Everyone knew who was in charge and who was the "slave bride". For some in slave's family, it seemed strange and inappropriate. But for others, it seemed right and allowed slave to express who he truly was. Regardless, it was a ceremony that none of them had ever experienced before.As. ” “We’ll never know,” Hurricane said and grabbed the seatback of the nearest comm. station as he floated by with the hand not swathed in a derma-cast. Captain Groove was gone, vaporized in the same type of plasma stream that had done in Pancho, Cooper, and two other Gunslingers. “He was probably just unlucky. Look at us, we should be dead already.” “You should be dead already,” Quickdraw corrected as Hurricane maneuvered himself into the commo chair one-handed. “They never got close to me- and. Oh, and no shower or bath until tomorrow. Take the bandage off then. If the stitches don't dissolve in a week, take them out with tweezers and cuticle scissors. You should not have a large scar."She was still shaky and put her arm around me as I walked her to the truck. She found the knife and picked it up. Then, she moved to the center seat. "Before you start, I want to thank you." She pulled my head toward her and gave me a sensational wet kiss. She smiled teasingly, "If I'm your 'girl.