They are so easily blackmailed into doing what we want when we have their family. They need to know the pain and suffering I’ve gone through, and th...n they would have some backbone.“What of our meetings with The Mob?” The Patriarch asked.“Those meetings are on schedule. I think they like the idea of an attack on the Empire. They will hear how much we have done to weaken the Empire and prevent their ability to react. There’s enough that we can tell them that will draw them in to capture a fat. "Come on Sherri, this has gone far enough, letgo."She laughed and I can't blame her, I was playing right into her trap,"Aww," she simpered mockingly, "Do you want up? Why should I let you up?"Damnit! Not this, not now. "Sherri, please just let go and let me up." So why should I let you up?"I knew the answer she wanted but like hell was I going to give it to her. "No Sherri, not anymore. Just let me up." Awww that's not what you say to get me to let you up. It hasn't beenthat long, don't. " She shrugged. "It gets a little fuzzy after that. Beer? Maybe some wine?" You know you're not supposed to combine different types of alcohol. New Orleans girl like you..." He trailed off."Well, I did," she said, a mutinous tone in her voice. "And now I'm here and I don't know how or why, and I'm cold, and you're barely wearing anything and..." And?" he prompted."I had the sexiest dreams about you and me..."He watched her, not daring to tell her that they weren't dreams. Not yet. He wasn't. The rest of the week could not possibly live up to that adventure, and it didn't. Beau drifted into a town and went into the first saloon he came to for a beer and a conversation with the bartender. This was unusual, since the bartender had a tip for Beau. This town was so small that it did not have a marshal, nor did it have more than one saloon.The bartender said that a man had stopped by earlier claiming to be Jeff Stillman, a notorious bank robber. From the way the man acted, the bartender.