Arming a colored feller with a gun would scare the hell out of a lot of these old farts around this neck of the woods."Well, think on this, Harley, th...re ain't ... isn't a colored feller down there in the Sand Bar who doesn't have a straight edge razor in his hip pocket or pinned up in the lapel of his suit coat. Most of them have snub nose thirty-twos or twenty-twos in ankle holsters or tucked away in their waistbands. So what's the difference?" Well, the main difference is if we give a badge. Reading their minds did help. Now staring at my mom I saw my first experiment. My hand slithered down and I grabbed her pitiful ass.“Sam! What are you doing?” she yelled. I grinned, “I’m feeling horny right now. I was hoping you’d help.”“Let me go,” she squirmed against my embrace. Yet with a simple switch I went into her brain lowering her strength. “Now, now mommy don’t you want me to be happy,” whispering to her ears I pushed her to the couch. Resist as she may it was useless. “Please,” she. The alarms have gone off at the farm house but of course I was at Stancia’s. I am going to stay here as I suspect I am a target but if they don’t know I am here. They very much seem to be concentrating on you”“Sorry Quentin got to go they have found the cellar level.”Four of the attackers got into the passage way and were using sledge hammers against the door before Crispin threw the fire suppression switch. The oxygen was forced out the air and they quickly had difficulty breathing. Two. But I knew she could read my thoughts.We pulled into the diner. I wanted a cup of coffee, time to think a little and talk to you her more. I would have so much to explain to my wife when we got home.This was so big, too monumental to wrap my head around. I asked Siza if she was okay with my stopping and “sure”, she was. “I’m not going to be able to stop saying I love you. I need you now.” I implored her not wanting to be a whiner pain in the ass but just the same.We went inside and saw no one.