After watching Anna devour two man-sized TV dinners,three large tumblers of milk, and the remnants of thespaghetti I’d thrown together during th... previousweekend, I set her up as comfortably as I could in thetiny bedroom that used to be my daughters, and stumbledto the sofa with a glass of wine for my daily dose ofsensationalism compliments of the local news network. Despite the clips designed to hold my attention throughthe battery of commercials, I found my thoughtsstraying towards an. "It is my daughter. Ihave to get home. My truck died." Quick, through here," Gary said, recognizing the man's need. "My truckis right out here."The two got into the truck, and Hans gave Gary an address in one of thenicest subdivisions in Ingersoll. As they drove, Hans said that thepainting had given him a picture of his daughter hanging from a rafterin his three-car garage. There was only a short explanation. "Hurry" wasall the painting told him.Gary was speeding, and running stop signs as they. I didnt know if she was wearing panties or not, although I suspected that she wouldnt be. However, I wasnt planning on finding out the truth for a considerable while. Instead, straddling her waist and hips, allowing Erika to comfortably keep her legs closed, I made for her lovely breasts, opening the top half of her tight little mini-gown, and tenderly popping the pair of them out of the peek-a-boo bra that I really didnt expected to find under such a tight gown. Normally tight gowns meant no. There was the usual barroom speculation, but that talk pretty much trailed off after a few weeks.As Rosie began ... healing, I guess that’s the word, she became more active. Like her mother, she worked lunch and dinner in Mrs. Chambers’ restaurant. And she began helping Rebecca manage the sporting ladies. These days, a customer was just as likely to find Rosie sitting at the dining room table by the passageway to the saloon.She’d listen politely to what the man wanted to do. And if he had a.