..I don't understand," I stammered.He smiled evilly. "You will," he said with a quick wave of the gun,"Remove your clothes." Like hell I will!" I spat...back, suddenly feeling pretty cocky as thestage rolled to a stop.With a deafening silence, only the horses whinnying outside this tinyprison could be heard. He scowled, "Undress." Go to hell!" I shouted defiantly.His movement was a blur, I felt the butt end of his revolver strike mehard on the head. "Fool kid, I'll teach you some manners real. If she was ironing a shirt or distracting a mark at the table Hilda took her job seriously and never eased back on the throttle like on one of those new-fangled motor cars spreading as rapidly as the buffalo disappeared forever.The Indians were still calling the railway trains “Iron Horses” and Doc and Hilda were seated in one of the passenger cars studiously avoiding the stares of the sod busters and the traveling salesmen looking for signs of the wild west.Hilda was wearing a low cut dress. Alyssa looking at me said she did not want to bring trouble for me but marrying her husband was a mistake he had become controlling and violent. She had finally found the opportunity to escape and seeing me earlier wondered if I would help them. Of course you and Kayla are welcome to stay in the back room. We could do two weeks and then if need to add her and Kayla to my lease but she would have to pay their share of the rent. Gladly and they went to the back room to settle in to the room.. Do you want to know why? One, because I know you, and I know that there's some humiliating pink scrap of satin in that box over there, that I don't want to wear. And two, because I know that this is a public banquet - the kind where, to play you, I don't need to know anything about your real research. I can just talk up a big game about the company line - which, actually, I read up on, at your company's web site. These are regular rich people making an investment! They don't want to hear the.