Before heading back to the ranch I stopped by the Clark County Sheriff's office to see if they were accepting applications. I knew that it was kind of...an iffy proposition with my psych profile, but I'd never shot an unarmed man, I'd never shot first unless a civilian was being threatened and I'd been in the field almost constantly for ten years retrieving prison escapees and federal runners. I picked up an application. The commander had the local union stuck in his craw and was about to do a. "Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?" What... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust."Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She. Ginny and Mary were talking in hushed voices about their predicament, and Sarah was listening in. Gail really didn’t give a shit, and drifted off to sleep with visions of what fun she would have with Ginny and Mary in the future. Sarah was daydreaming about the events early in her life that formed her into a lesbian slut, and was thinking what it would be like to be the live in slut for this group, or even, to break the mold and have one of them be her slut…hmmm.It didn’t take long for Gail. He hadn’t come at all lately to the coffee shop, which she was kind of puzzled about. Even if he didn’t really like chai lattes, wouldn’t he normally come just to bother her? She’d gotten used to it… Then she saw his silver car come around the corner. He stopped neatly in front of her. As he jumped out of the car and opened her door (she let him, whatever makes him happy, she thought), he said, ‘So you showed.’ She frowned a little as she got into the car. Of course she did. Did he think she.